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Emily Dickinson - A fuzzy fellow, without feetEmily Dickinson - A fuzzy fellow, without feet
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173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass! Sometime, upon a bough, From which he doth descend in plush Upon the Passer-by! All this in summer. But when winds alarm the Forest Folk, He taketh Damask Residence And struts in sewing silk! Then, finer than a Lady, Emerges in the spring! A Feather on each shoulder! You`d scarce recognize him! By Men, yclept Caterpillar! By me! But who am I, To tell the pretty secret Of the Butterfly!
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