They shut me up in Prose -- by Emily Dickinson
They shut me up in Prose -- As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet -- Because they liked me "still" --
Still! Could themself have peeped -- And seen my Brain -- go round -- They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason -- in the Pound --
Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity -- And laugh -- No more have I --
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