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Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower
Emily Dickinson
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow Bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the Bees, from Clover rows Their Hock, and Sherry, draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more!
