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Poetry #172
(published March 25, 2004)
Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch
by Emily Dickinson

Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
   Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
   As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,
   For this was woman's son.
"'T was all I had," she stricken gasped;
   Oh, what a livid boon!

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