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Quotation by Robert Frost
And set off briskly for so slow a thing,
Still going every which way in the joints, though,
So that it looked like lightning or a scribble.
Robert Frost (1874–1963), U.S. poet. Two Witches (l. 86–88). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt.
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