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We Play at Paste
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a
fool
.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.
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poems by Emily Dickinson