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Classic poem

God permits industrious Angels

by Emily Dickinson

God permits industrious Angels --

Afternoons -- to play --

I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates --

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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