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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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We Play At Paste, By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 24, 2019September 26, 2019

    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
    Practising sands.

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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