YOU COME, TOO... Ever since I can remember, I've Ioved this simple, soothing poem by Robert Frost... The Pasture "I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha'n't be gone long.-You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so…
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