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Poem – In Hardwood Groves

The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again To fill the trees with another … Continue reading

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Posted in Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco) | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment