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Thrall

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

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Fragile, tiny, just a sprite, Holding me a thrall bedight, Stronger than a giant’s wand Serves the word of your command.
Out from rushing worlds, though low Should you whisper, I would know, And would answer, though the breath Be the gateway unto death.

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