A storm inside of Poetic thunder--
She gave it to me disguising as Quaint
Emily Emily Dickinson, my Saint.
I hobble when she IceSkates. I'm Infirm
am I? PLaying it Shy? Or worse of all
ashamed? I am not Normal and so what?
My mother loves me and my Father's Will
taught me to accept these Difficulties
as Usual. Now where to go for Freedom
from Sorrow, Indignities of the Hard
against a Soft Child without venom?
Courageous by Letters, Silken Graceful
resolution: By my Word, I will
dignify my Verse with these Examples.
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