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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Quantula: On Our Sympathy With The Under Dog

First under up and then again down under,
We watch a circus of revolving dogs
No senator dares in to kick asunder
Lest both should bite him in the toga-togs.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #1942 #AWitnessTree

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