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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Ten Mills: Evil Tendencies Cancel

Will the blight end the chestnut?
The farmers rather guess not.
It keeps smouldering at the roots
And sending up new shoots
Till another parasite
Shall come to end the blight.

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