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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.
— Kurt Cobain