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       An Author To Her Book
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       Poem was found https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/author-her-book
       
       Lyrics by: Anne Bradstreet, 1612 - 1672
       
       I also do NaNoWriMo, so the notion about an author writing a poem to
       their book was interesting to me.
       
       This was also an attempt to improvise a tune to someone else's work. I
       had neither notes nor any particular idea as to the tune when I started
       singing the poem. I didn't cut or carve it up in any way -- it is simply
       the full poem without chorus.
       
       
       
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 (SND)     - (mp3) An Author To Her Book
          Audio file with ID3 version 2.4.0, 128 kbps, 44.1 kHz, JntStereo
       
 (TXT)     - The Author to Her Book
          |Lyrics| song lyrics from "50/90 2018"
       
       Title: An Author To Her Book
       Artist: Mr. Beany's Bitty Band
       Duration: 02:23
       Album: 50/90 2018
       Lyricist: Anne Bradstreet
       Album Artist: Mr. Beany's Bitty Band
       Music Genre: acapella
       Date: 2018
       
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       Lyrics
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       https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/author-her-book
       
       Lyricist: Anne Bradstreet, 1612 - 1672
       
       Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
       Who after birth didst by my side remain,
       Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
       Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
       Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,
       Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
       At thy return my blushing was not small,
       My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
       I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
       The visage was so irksome in my sight;
       Yet being mine own, at length affection would
       Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
       I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
       And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
       I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
       Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet;
       In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
       But nought save homespun cloth i’ th’ house I find.
       In this array ‘mongst vulgars may’st thou roam.
       In critic’s hands beware thou dost not come,
       And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
       If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;
       And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
       Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.
       
       (This poem is in the public domain.)
       
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 (TXT)     - (lyrics.txt) An Author To Her Book (lyrics)
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 (DIR) Found on: 50/90 2018
       
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 (TXT) - (19-An-Author-to-her-Book.poem.txt) 19-An-Author-to-her-Book.poem
       
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