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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Ten Mills: Not All There

I turned to speak to God
About the world’s despair;
But to make bad matters worse
I found God wasn’t there.
 
God turned to speak to me
(Don’t anybody laugh)
God found I wasn’t there—
At least not over half.

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