Poem

If I shouldn't be alive

Emily Dickinson
182 If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I couldn't thank you, Being fast asleep, You will know I'm trying Why my Granite lip!

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