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1009 I was a Phoebe—nothing more— A Phoebe—nothing less— The little note that others dropt I fitted into place— I dwelt too low that any seek— Too shy, that any blame— A Phoebe makes a little print Upon the Floors of Fame— Edited by Peter Carter
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