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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

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 2:15 PM | Viewed: 5985 times

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