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| Robert Bly |
(1962)
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| Driving To Town Late To Mail A Letter | ||||
| It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted. The only things moving are swirls of snow. As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron. There is a privacy I love in this snowy night. Driving around I will waste more time. |
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