A Poem I Like
"Desert Places" -Robert Frost
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last
The woods around here have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness
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