Splinter Poem by Carl Sandburg

Splinter



The voice of the last cricket
across the first frost
is one kind of good-by.
It is so thin a splinter of singing.

Monday, January 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: animal
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rAnDoM dOOd 28 January 2019

Cool I guess? Idk, my teacher is making me do this.

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Barak Obama 22 May 2018

YES I LOEV THISPOEM OLOLOL

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Donald Trump 22 May 2018

I need to build this wall, and I need this poem while I'm doing so.

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John wick 21 May 2018

I really like this! Yeet it's asss

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