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Knitted Sky

The Road was full of snow
and the sun waved through
and warm thighs of youth
called me home
and I was out again
around the same face
of 18teen years ago
run run turn run run run
wash the tears of yesterday
sweep the crumbs of lust
under the Knitted Sky
I told her just before
the music stroked us
upon a wet kiss of everlasting
and the universe was even

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Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

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