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To my friend Emily Dixie (on her death)
Don’t be Plath
Don’t be, Emily
Reach out and grab hold of me
Breathe, please breathe
and be.
Dance between the flowers and the trees
In the new English sun.
Don’t be Virginia,
Please, be, Emily,
Breathe and be breathed.
Don’t be, Emily
Reach out and grab hold of me
Breathe, please breathe
and be.
Dance between the flowers and the trees
In the new English sun.
Don’t be Virginia,
Please, be, Emily,
Breathe and be breathed.
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