It takes a muddled man
To know he's muddled
'criminally' as Margaret said
The beauty of the natural world
The infant innocence it preserves
From the time before desire
The vulnerability we admire
And exploit for ourselves
Maybe the original couple
Weren't so much thrown out
As walked away from that garden
All that easy finished world
In search of something finer
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