Over the Fence, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Over the Fence

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Over the fence—

Strawberries—grow—

Over the fence—

I could climb—if I tried, I know—

Berries are nice!

But—if I stained my Apron—

God would certainly scold!

Oh, dear,—I guess if He were a Boy—

He’d—climb—if He could!

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