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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

June 29, 2022January 16, 2023Charles B. Snoad

One way
In a poem
He didn’t
Write
To think
About death:

Wherever he is
Or isn’t now
Robert Frost
Can’t say
I’m alive
Because
He’s dead.

Another way
In a poem
He didn’t
Write
To think
About death:

Wherever he is
Or isn’t now
Robert Frost
Can’t say
“I’m alive.”

Because
He’s dead.

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