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Unread 03-02-2021, 07:28 PM
Tim McGrath Tim McGrath is offline
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Default Emily Dickinson at her finest

We like March, his shoes are purple,
He is new and high;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes the forest dry;
Knows the adder’s tongue his coming,
And begets her spot.
Stands the sun so close and mighty
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others;
Bold it were to die
With the blue-birds buccaneering
In his British sky.
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