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613 They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me "still"— Still! Could themself have peeped— And seen my Brain—go round— They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason—in the Pound— Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity— And laugh—No more have I—
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