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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Now Close the Windows (1916)
by Robert Frost

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing in them now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.


i love me some swole chickens
— yosh