We Play At Paste
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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-
Practicing Sands-
Emily Dickinson
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