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1320 Dear March—Come in— How glad I am— I hoped for you before— Put down your Hat— You must have walked— How out of Breath you are— Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me— I have so much to tell— I got your Letter, and the Birds— The Maples never knew that you were coming—till I called I declare—how Red their Faces grew— But March, forgive me—and All those Hills you left for me to Hue— There was no Purple suitable— You took it all with you— Who knocks? That April. Lock the Door— I will not be pursued— He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied— But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come That Blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame— Edited by Peter Carter
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