Heavenly Deceit (v4.0)
by Steven Lane
The passers-by would jeer at Mad-Alf as he rummaged through the garbage in his ragged suit.
Unperturbed he would offer them his wisdom with a haunted gaze.
"There is nowt like muck," he might exclaim, or "power to the hedgehogs."
Nobody knew he was an angel.
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