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The Winters are so short-
I'm hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away-
And moving into Pod-
Myself-for scarcely settled-
The Phoebes have begun-
And then-it's time to strike my Tent-
And open House-again-
It's mostly, interruptions-
My Summer-is despoiled-
Because there was a Winter-once-
And al the Cattle-starved-
And so there was a Deluge-
And swept the World away-
But Ararat's a Legend-now-
And no one credits Noah-
The Winters Are So Short
Emily Dickinson
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