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						Could I but ride indefinite by Emily Dickinson 
						
						Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
  And flirt all Day with Buttercups And marry whom I may And dwell a little everywhere Or better, run away
  With no Police to follow Or chase Him if He do Till He should jump Peninsulas To get away from me --
  I said "But just to be a Bee" Upon a Raft of Air And row in Nowhere all Day long And anchor "off the Bar"
  What Liberty!  So Captives deem Who tight in Dungeons are.						 
						
						
						
						
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