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 —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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