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Myself Was Formeda Carpenter

Emily Dickinson

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Myself was formed-a Carpenter-
An unpretending time
My Plane-and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came-

To measure our attainments-
Had we the Art of Boards
Sufficiently developed-He'd hire us
At Halves-

My Tools took Human-Faces-
The Bench, where we had toiled-
Against the Man-persuaded-
We-Temples build-I said-

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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