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Playmates
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
God
permits industrious
angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.
God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!
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poems by Emily Dickinson