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I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick

Emily Dickinson

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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick-
The Thought to be alive-
Anonymous Delight to know-
And Madder-to conceive-

Consoles a Woe so monstrous
That did it tear all Day,
Without an instant's Respite-
'Twould look too far-to Die-

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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