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'Twas just this time, last year, I died.

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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'Twas just this time, last year, I died.I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms --It had the Tassels on -- I thought how yellow it would look --When Richard went to mill --And then, I wanted to get out,But something held my will. I thought just how Red -- Apples wedgedThe Stubble's joints between --And the Carts stooping round the fieldsTo take the Pumpkins in -- I wondered which would miss me, least,And when Thanksgiving, came,If Father'd multiply the plates --To make an even Sum -- And would it blur the Christmas gleeMy Stocking hang too highFor any Santa Claus to reachThe Altitude of me -- But this sort, grieved myself,And so, I thought the other way,How just this time, some perfect year --Themself, should come to me --