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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose did caper on her cheek</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">208</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Rose did caper on her cheek—<br>Her Bodice rose and fell—<br>Her pretty speech—like drunken men—<br>Did stagger pitiful—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her fingers fumbled at her work—<br>Her needle would not go—<br>What ailed so smart a little Maid—<br>It puzzled me to know—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Till opposite—I spied a cheek<br>That bore another Rose—<br>Just opposite—Another speech<br>That like the Drunkard goes—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Vest that like her Bodice, danced—<br>To the immortal tune—<br>Till those two troubled—little Clocks<br>Ticked softly into one.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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