Funny—to be a Century, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Funny—to be a Century

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Funny—to be a Century—

And see the People—going by—

I—should die of the Oddity—

But then—I’m not so staid—as He—

He keeps His Secrets safely—very—

Were He to tell—extremely sorry

This Bashful Globe of Ours would be—

So dainty of Publicity—

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