Emily Dickinson - Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow Bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the Bees, from Clover rows Their Hock, and Sherry, draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more! |
