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  <read_at>Wed Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 1986</read_at>
  <date_added>Sat Mar 22 17:11:58 -0700 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon Apr 07 11:12:34 -0700 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[This was one of the first books of poetry I ever owned.  His poetry always reminded me of time spent with my father in the corn/tobacco/hay fields when I was a child.  Somehow I always understand the heart of his poetry even when the structure or the words were a little too complicated for my child's mind.  My favorite poem by Frost is &quot;Birches.&quot;  It always reminds me of my little brother.  That one still makes me cry.  Frost's poetry is so easy to read out loud to yourself.  I have been known to take my little hardback copy out into the middle of the woods and simply qoute my favorite verses to the trees.  But then again, I am crazy...]]></body>
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