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1. A few days ago I stumbled across a Robert Frost poem I had not seen. I enjoyed it a great deal, and included it below.

   Lodged

   The rain to the wind said,
   ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
   They so smote the garden bed
   That the flowers actually knelt,
   And lay lodged–though not dead.
   I know how the flowers felt.

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