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In Neglect
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

In Neglect

Poem By Robert Frost

They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look, And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

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We can start some trouble if they ignore us!
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