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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!

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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