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dickinson-series03_166-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_166-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	148	10	96	I wondered which would miss me least, And when Thanksgiving came, If father'd multiply the plates To make an even sum. And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus could reach The altitude of me?	cache/dickinson-series03_166-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_166-1896.txt