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Mary Carolyn Davies

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I
Perhaps,
God, planting Eden,	
Dropped, by mistake, a seed	
In Time’s neighbor-plot,	
That grew to be
This hour?	
 
II
You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously;	
We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not.	
It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker,	
And we knew, too, that it was