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The Flo\Ver Boat Poem By Robert Frost

The Flo\Ver Boat Poem By Robert Frost

The fisherman~s swapping a YaIn for a yarn,
Under the hand of the vIllage barber,
And here in the angle of house and bam
HIS deep-sea dory has found a harbor.
At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing
As ever she turned her home With cod
From George’s bank when Winds were bloWing.
And I Judge from that Elysian freIght
That all they ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek for the Happy Isles together.

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