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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Dust of Snow (1923)
by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


Everything’s edible if you’re immortal.
— Feltrix