Not to know
someone from Adam...
how long ago that takes us.
The sword-plow and
the purser's grin
make all humanity's lineage kin.
Yet love is still the
sparkle-prop
even for a drudge.
The Garden's sought
by satellite now;
keep Paradise safe,
use camouflage...
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