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How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.
How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: child, happy, remember, sad, bold, cold, difficult, forget, easy, perish, bloom, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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