He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I'm a poor underdog,
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.
Robert Frost, West-Running Book.


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