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Poem November 10, 2023

Adam: Neither here nor there

Susan Lapointe

It was a misty morn,
When, supposedly,
Adam was born.

Say what?
From mist and dust
You and I first formed?

Who said that?
Oh, it’s Lord God;
Not from Elohim
Would such nonsense come.

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