id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
dickinson-series02_092-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_092-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	94	8	100	If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't, however, It's finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow? Poem XVI.	cache/dickinson-series02_092-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_092-1891.txt