The Days That We Can Spare

Emily Dickinson

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The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature—stranded then
In our Economy

Our Estimates a Scheme—
Our Ultimates a Sham—
We let go all of Time without
Arithmetic of him—

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