March
Written @ 1:17 p.m. on March 31, 2005
MARCH by Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat- You must have walked- How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, I have so much to tell.
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