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<h2> <i>Robert Frost</i> </h2>
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(Rather nervously, retreating with haste in the wake of Mr. Robinson
as soon as he had finished.)</p>
<h3> THE BIRD MISUNDERSTOOD </h3>
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<p class="i2"> There was a grackle sat on our old pear tree— </p>
<p class="i2"> Don't ask me why—I never did really know; </p>
<p class="i2"> But he made my wife and me feel, for really the very first time </p>
<p class="i2"> We were out in the actual country, hindering things to grow; </p>
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<p class="i2"> It gave us rather a queer feeling to hear the grackle grackle, </p>
<p class="i2"> But when it got to be winter time he got up and went thence </p>
<p class="i2"> And now we shall never know, though we watch the tree till April, </p>
<p class="i2"> Whether his curious crying ever made song or sense. </p>
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