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Poem – The Objection To Being Stepped On

At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn’t to blame But I called it a name. … Continue reading

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