If it had no pencil
Emily Dickinson
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee. If it had no word, Would it make the Daisy, Most as big as I was, When it plucked me?
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee. If it had no word, Would it make the Daisy, Most as big as I was, When it plucked me?
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