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thinking of robert frost
thinking of a poet
in a new england village
an old man wandered
the road towards me
thick crop of frosted hair
snowflakes started to fall
he shuffled along
looking here
looking there
a flight of geese
flew in a perfect V pattern
south
he watched them disappear
then walked
towards me slowly
a bit confused
hello ...
Friday 18th December 2020 4:21 pm
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