The Census-Taker (Robert Frost Poem)
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
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