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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


A Patch of Old Snow (1916)
by Robert Frost

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.


ah yes my boiling cheetohs
— tatteredbones