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Marianne Moore

Marianne Moore

Appellate Jurisdiction

Fragments of sin are a part of me.
New brooms shall sweep clean the heart of me.
     Shall they? Shall they?
 
When this light life shall have passed away,
God shall redeem me, a castaway.
     Shall He? Shall He?

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