ADAM HIMSELF
Oh, Lord, why did you make that woman there?
I said that I was lonely, yes, that's true—
But I wasmerely speaking to the air
And had no thought my words would fall on you!
I will admit the beauty of her face--
And when she calls to me-- - in words so glib—
I run to take the apple from its place,
And hold the creature tight against my rib!
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