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dickinson-series02_070-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_070-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	88	3	73	The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work, -- Her needle would not go; What ailed so smart a little maid It puzzled me to know, Till opposite I spied a cheek That bore another rose; Just opposite, another speech That like the drunkard goes; A vest that, like the bodice, danced To the immortal tune, -- Till those two troubled little clocks Ticked softly into one.	cache/dickinson-series02_070-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_070-1891.txt
