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\"Emily's<\/a><\/p>\n

Those who knew miss Dickinson
\nWere of one mind: she was no fun.
\nHer talk of death would get one down.
\nBut Amherst was a party town.
\nAnd that strange woman dressed in white
\nWould never venture out at night.
\nShe tended garden all alone.
\nShe wrote as if in death’s time zone.
\nShe watched her mother fade away.
\nShe pressed dried flowers, hey, now, hey!
\nAnd when, at last, her life complete,
\nShe went beneath that cold white sheet.
\nThe rectangle where now we meet
\nIs plotted on Triangle Street.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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