The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
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n summer when I passed the place I had to stop and lift my face; A bird with an angelic gift Was singing in it sweet and swift. Robert Frost and his poems and other writings are famour in the literary world.. tony
rolling eye emoji uuugggghhhhhhh school project now i have to use 20 letters because of the pop up
i hate thgis i dont want to do a school project on this smh