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We like March.
His Shoes are Purple-
He is new and high-
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler.
Makes he Forests dry.
Knows the Adder Tongue his coming
And presents her Spot-
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others-
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds exercising
On his British Sky.
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We like March-his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high-
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler-
Makes he Forests Dry-
Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming
And begets her spot-
Stands the Sun so close and mighty-
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others-
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky-
We Like March
Emily Dickinson
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