Little Patch of Snow

Read the Poem:
By Robert Frost

You don't really need to read my comments about the poem if you don't want to:

    There is always something being cast aside as no longer useful: the last dab of snow in the late spring, the old newspaper that blew away, the leftovers in the back of the refrigerator, the magazine that we didn't get around to reading. If these things were important to us at the time, we would have taken care of them when they presented themselves. Now, perhaps we never will!

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