The Supernova Lion

# "take us up, robert." frost stated. "i want to see our prize." # # as the ship rose above the main asteroid ring, the brilliant sun's rays caught the side of the mountain's bounty full on.

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Of Mice and Menace

My last thought, before getting up to go to bed, was that robert frost was a jerk.

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Day Tripper 2: Extended Stay

I was reminded of another poet, robert frost, who heralded the merits of "the road not taken." boy, was he ever right. aimlessness had never been so productive. by the time we were back home, my stomach had been growling for a while.

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Lessons

It made for a group of youngsters who could not have cared less about maya angelou or robert frost, not even to extend him the courtesy of pretending. ray looked up from his desk to see a flicker of movement.

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Path Less Travelled Chapter 6

Referencing the poem road not taken by robert frost. not matter the choice you make, there is the question of what if you had taken another. this isn't my best chapter. i lost interest and just finished it pretty quickly.

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Amity.

My favorite was the collection of robert frost's works in one pocket-sized volume. i looked at the book, where the bookmark was placed. the page showed wear and tear.

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My Gym Partner's Bro, The Taming Of The Screw (For Charkonian)

robert frost would be proud of such a sendup, maybe. wall' sure as fuck wasn't gladder to hear it. will picked them up one at a time, then let go the same way, keeping varied. wallace felt warm now...

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Binding the Restless Wave

"you should look for a poet named robert frost. he's very good." "he wrote that?" "no, that was john masefield, like i said. i don't know if masefield wrote anything else. just that one." "it's pretty good, though." she smiled a little.

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Owner Operator: a caregivers story

"lodged by robert frost 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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