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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
 
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #1923 #NewHampshire

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