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caitis_musings ([personal profile] caitis_musings) wrote in [community profile] be_compromised on February 2nd, 2025 at 06:47 pm
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
"A Time to Talk" Robert Frost
 
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