A Patch Of Old Snow

A poem by Robert Lee Frost

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten,
If I ever read it.

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