Leaf On Her Nose
That's very odd indeedMy niece is outside
Playing in the yard
Hanging out in a tree
With the leaves and the grass
Then when I look out
I see something a bit odd
She's running around wildly
With a leaf on her nose
Leaf On Her Nose
That's very odd indeedPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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