what i have asked, Lord, you have granted
thank you for the days
for the rays
that fall slanted
across the face
And he had imagined sitting in the evening
with his friend the Devil watching the small
human creatures frolic in the grass. They would
be like children, good natured and always singing.
When had he realized his mistake?
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