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It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play

Emily Dickinson

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It is easy to work when the soul is at play-
But when the soul is in pain-
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult-then-

It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind-
But Gimlets-among the nerve-
Mangle daintier-terribler-
Like a Panter in the Glove-

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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