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A Man Writing at his Desk, by Jan Ekels the Younger
Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Quantula: In a Poem

The sentencing goes blithely on its way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and time
In having its undeviable say.

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