Robert Lee Frost, Our beloved wordsmith, Born in San Francisco Eighteen Seventy Four. Robert Lee Frost, Taken to heaven, 1963.
Like a long road not taken, Ending in woods on a snowy evening, Eternal are his words upon my soul.
Fence mending on a spring day, Robert Frost's words echo in my mind. "Only way to make good neighbors is Strong mended fences." The wisdom of Frost is the wisdom of fathers.
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