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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2018 15:44:03 GMT -5
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
–Robert Frost (1874–1963)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2018 15:44:21 GMT -5
love that poem
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