XXVII by Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog.
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Here are some pieces I've written and a smattering of my favorite poetry from other writers.
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