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Mowing
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I[Expand...]
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I[Expand...]