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Poem	As they were leaving the garden one of the angels bent down to them and whispered I am to give you this as you are leaving the garden I do not know what it is or what it is for what you will do with it you will not be able to keep it but you will not be able to keep anything yet they both reached at once for the present and when their hands met they laughed
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