I can never see my old friend again—
The river Han still streams to the east
I might question some old man of his place—
River and hills—empty is Tsaichou.
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I wrote some of the worst poetry west from the Mississippi River, but I wrote. And I finally sometimes got it right.
by Robert Frost\ n ant on the table cloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn't with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty ...