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I've always thought it was most unfair
for Adam and Eve
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to be expelled from the Garden
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surely God set them up
with the typical temptation
of the serpent
and the sweetness
of apple flesh
or pomegranate
or whatever it was
Eve shared
with Adam
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if God were so perfect
why couldn't he have
passed
that on
to man and woman?

but maybe
that was the plan
to give him
choice
and the power
to do
and get it right
and make mistakes too
to let him be proud
and humble too
to sin
and
to exceed
common greed
or lowly motives
of fear and self-forgetfulness
in feats
of extraordinarly
strength and speed
grace enough
for love
and other
circuses
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nevertheless
we find ourselves
flawed and fallen
postlapsarian
for crimes
beyond the Flood
and therefore
having sinned before
Noah
we are ante antediluvian
always making slips
of the tongue
lapsus
and lapsuso
backsliders
every one

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