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Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of down!
Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!
Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!
Fainting! Flasks of air!
Even for Death, a fairy medicine.
But, which is it, sir?
Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: death, fairy, summer, bring, violet, taste, medicine, trouble, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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