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dickinson-series02_028-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_028-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	96	5	93	God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve, -- My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine, -- Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting. Poem XXVII.	cache/dickinson-series02_028-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_028-1891.txt
