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Friday, May 20, 2005

i think this sums up the past four years

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost

1 Comments:

Blogger Fleaboy of the Night said...

woah, i remember this poem only because S.E. Hinton either quotes it or references it in The Outsiders. oh, what a hunzecka' !

10:56 PM  

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