Robert Frost
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Stopping by a Wall in the Early Morning
Whose pants are these? I think I know.His home is up a block or so.My little Nikon thinks it queerThat I should snap a photo here. Why drape them so? At whose behest?Seems lacking logic at its bestFor jeans to… Continue reading
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Robert Frost Revisited
Two roads divergedwithin the snow-filled woods–and I? I chose the one less traveled–and got stuck. "This," I said aloud,"is your fault, Robert Frost,and I curse you and your poem." Fortunately, I carry a collapsible snow shovelin the trunk of my… Continue reading