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| I once took tea with the Lord. Two things we pondered— If hearts were diamonds, Each a stone, A cutting tone Could break one. If hearts were diamonds. If souls were food, Glut would be the holy sport Of clergymen in every port. They wouldn't drop a bloody ort. If souls were food. Then I asked the Lord: Are the things we see as they appear? Is an apple an apple; and a peer a pier? Why did the Dutchman lend us an ear? When you look away do I disappear? He said He'd get back to me Next Tuesday at two. |
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