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The Brain Within Its Groove
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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poems by Emily Dickinson