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The Rose did caper on her cheek-
Her Bodice rose and fell-
Her pretty speech-like drunken men-
Did stagger pitiful-
Her fingers fumbled at her work-
Her needle would not go-
What ailed so smart a little Maid-
It puzzled me to know-
Till opposite-I spied a cheek
That bore another Rose-
Just opposite-Another speech
That like the Drunkard goes-
A Vest that like her Bodice, danced-
To the immortal tune-
Till those two troubled-little Clocks
Ticked softly into one.
The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek
Emily Dickinson
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