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Robert Frost

A Patch of Old Snow
THERE’S a patch of old snow in a corner  
 That I should have guessed  
Was a blow—away paper the rain  
 Had brought to rest.  
 
It is speckled with grime as if      
 Small print overspread it,  
The news of a day I’ve forgotten—  
 If I ever read it.

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