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Sunday, May 6, 2007
Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold
her hardest hew 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.
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