Poem

We play at Paste

Emily Dickinson
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—

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