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Stopped Cold (Ode) by coldiron

Whose woods are these? I may be lost Tracing footsteps of Robert Frost. Did he stride here or over there? He must have damn well stopped somewhere! Dour colossus of the page Granted a serene old age, But not for me, poor bitter serf Gleaning nuggets from his turf.

Dental Panic 9-Feb-07/3:11 AM
This is very good. Reminded me of the time I was in Chios, made a trip to sit on Homer’s stone. Great view there (closed my eyes, tried to hear some sirens singing - only nagging kids, a mother yelling. The sea).




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