Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
-Robert Frost
Stomping my feet in jealousy. I'm in short sleeves. Oh how I miss living in the north. Off to pout...
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