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Anne Sexton - The Fury Of God`s Good-bye
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One day He
tipped His top hat
and walked
out of the room,
ending the argument.
He stomped off
saying:
"I don`t give guarantees".
I was left
quite alone
using up the darkness.
I rolled up
my sweater,
up into a ball,
and took it 
to bed with me,
a kind of stand-in
for God,
what washerwoman 
who walks out
when you`re clean
but not ironed.
When I woke up
the sweater
had turned to
bricks of gold.
I`d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I`d lost
my map.
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