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Like Times Insidious Wrinkle

Emily Dickinson

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Like Time's insidious wrinkle
On a beloved Face
We clutch the Grace the tighter
Though we resent the crease

The Frost himself so comely
Dishevels every prime
Asserting from his Prism
That none can punish him

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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