Thanks for this one, Keiva! I've read at least one other poem in imitation of Frost that has long escaped me. It had something to do with a sump pump. Does anyone know this one? I'd love to have that one back in hand.

A note on Frost: He was embittered that he was never chosen for the Nobel prize. I'm a bit embittered myself on his behalf. He also is quoted as having admitted not to reading much poetry of others. I wonder whether this was just a writer's lie?

Beat regards,
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