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Oh Mrs. Dickinson,
I feel your spirit coursing through me
Please bless me with your clever hands
Don't ever let these words run out
Let me do our womanhood proud
Simmer as a recluse on my back porch
The sweet sunlight melting my fair skin
I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in this world
God will have to pry me from this spot
Once I've rotten away forgotten in this gown
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