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'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
I'm the Iron Needle-Woman!
Stiff, thick: the white hair of the broad-faced father,
'What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea,
Somebody said that it couldn't be done
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table