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I am Minerva, the village poetess, / Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street / For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, / And all the more when "Butch" Weldy / Captured me after a brutal hunt.
He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;
And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, / Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.
Will someone go to the village newspaper, / And gather into a book the verses I wrote? --
I thirsted so for love!
I hungered so for life!