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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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THE COW IN APPLE-TIME

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
omething inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.Her face is flecked with pomace and she droolsA cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,She scorns a pasture withering to the root.She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweetenThe windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.She bellows on a knoll against the sky.Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.