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STEPHEN 
carries secrets he hasn’t had time 
to decode, 
takes his clues from me 
as I search for signals myself, 

My roots are planted in God’s earth. 
My wings extend throughout God’s ether. 
My interior is God’s kingdom. 

I met my first man in a garden. 
He fell easy; it only took a red apple. 
I laid the blame on a snake— 

Those whom I have called friends, 
Whose exchange of thought 
Once brought that blessed relief 

The ocean’s wide, and I can’t step it; 
I love Sam and I can’t help it. 
But there ain’t no mule 
Had a harder life 
Than I 
Tryin’ to be Sam’s wife. 

The bend, sharp thrust, and color 
Of this land abide the centuries 
Unchanged. Earth keeps another time 
Than man, and soon and late inters 
Each vanished traveler in her dust. 

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