Denial
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Margaret Widdemer
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IT never would have hurt God
To have made the world today
So that your footsteps turned my way,
So that our two paths crossed–
But I went wearily up and down
The streets of the empty-painted town
And a whole day was lost!
Never your footsteps where mine trod,
Never my words to you–
And it all would have been so simple for God,
So slight a thing to do!
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