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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 18
XVIII.
PLAYMATES.
God
lets
busy
angels
Play
in
the
afternoons.
I
met
one,
—
forgot
my
friends,
All,
for
him,
right
away.
God
calls
angels
home
When
the
sun
sets;
I
missed
mine.
How
dull
marbles
are,
After
playing
Crown!
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