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My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs.
Why does she put me to many indign… Shifts to prevent myself thinking… My golden Katie, who loveth not k… I wear my new dresses and put on s… All to prevent myself thinking upo…
I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this
Maisie’s been holding down her hea… Her little red head. And her poin… Rests on her neck that slips so so… The square-cut low-necked darling… In such a way, since it’s high-wai…
One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun
All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,
The foot of my machine Sails up and down Upon the blue of this fine lady’s… Sail quickly, little boat, With gifts for me,
Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish
I saw a flight of sparrows through… Oh, let us rise Out of the weaknesses of our despa… To burning skies. Let us take wings for flight from…
All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,
The love I look for Could not come from you. My mind is set to fall At Peterloo. But you’ld protect me,
Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.
Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…
When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I ma… By candle-light, I dread the hour… That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,