Early For the Pearly

Angel hair is in my eyes.
What a heavenly surprise.
There are wing tips on my shoes.
Grab my harp and play the blues.
I must be up on cloud nine.
I can see a bright light shine.
Feel a halo on my head.
I assume that I am dead.
I can hear angelic voices.
Guess in life I made good choices.

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I'm a writer living in Massachusetts.