the stall
I'm as filthy as a pig in mudbut happy as one too
I lay here on yonder shore
In my mind i have you
many who have loved and lost
many never found love at all
but i lay here wondering
what i'll buy you from the stall
the stall
I'm as filthy as a pig in mudPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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