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						Perhaps I asked too large by Emily Dickinson 
						
						Perhaps I asked too large -- I take -- no less than skies -- For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town --
  My Basked holds -- just -- Firmaments -- Those -- dangle easy -- on my arm, But smaller bundles -- Cram.						 
						
						
						
						
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