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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

A Patch of Old Snow

There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
 That I should have guessed
Was a blow—away paper the rain
 Had brought to rest.
 
It is speckled with grime as if
 Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten—
 If I ever read it.

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