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Emily
Emily
Fifty Poems of Charlax Poet Dickinson Fifty
Emily was wise penny foolish rich in thoughts and poems added up she kept them in her coffee cup not letting any out to grounds to walk around to let the gentile reader see the history must be confused she only wrote just twenty two the rest were edited and fashioned by the inlaws to make money on the remains of the poems of poor Emily. Eye almost called her (Email)ly. Be glad that eye evolved in poetry. It does not say she ever hit her head but people did it does not say that she was over religious or simple in the way that people have to mean the mental. It simply states in History she wore a lot of White clothing and slept in a day bed avoiding. Most if her correspondence was just letters back and forth to lover. OH please of course he was there somewhere. There had to be a man to make her dimple and to frow. She must have had an android creature like the Charlax on the morrow sending her his promises in the hope to ease her sicknesses. She must have hit her head to write so clear for only abuse can open up the firmest perch for words. Perhaps poor Emily had a favorite tree she swung up to high to see and fell headlong in the brambles bushes hedged along the pathway and told no one but began to write most notably with a foresight of the hurt and vengeful taker added to her snail mail lover no one seems to care or talk about but just because the History is bare of fact does not mean he wasn't there. It may seem sad to you to reminince like this a poet gone while this one comes to understand her lot in History a poor accidental prone abused brain set free too roam the rhyme the reason being love and gravity. For when she picked herself up from the bramble bushes the thorns were all white and clashed with her britches and so she decided right there and then to always wear white to never wear skirts of the night in her favorite place to climb to high but white slacks and smart shirts all white. To correspond with her Charles. To write. To write simply poetry in the White uniform of her night for her lover and LORD and mye poorer Emily.



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