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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mending Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something there is that doesn't love a wall, <br>That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, <br>And spills the upper boulders in the sun; <br>And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. <br>The work of hunters is another thing: <br>I have come after them and made repair <br>Where they have left not one stone on a stone, <br>But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, <br>To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, <br>No one has seen them made or heard them made, <br>But at spring mending-time we find them there. <br>I let my neighbour know beyond the hill; <br>And on a day we meet to walk the line <br>And set the wall between us once again. <br>We keep the wall between us as we go. <br>To each the boulders that have fallen to each. <br>And some are loaves and some so nearly balls <br>We have to use a spell to make them balance: <br>&quot;Stay where you are until our backs are turned!&quot; <br>We wear our fingers rough with handling them. <br>Oh, just another kind of out-door game, <br>One on a side. It comes to little more: <br>There where it is we do not need the wall: <br>He is all pine and I am apple orchard. <br>My apple trees will never get across <br>And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. <br>He only says, &quot;Good fences make good neighbours.&quot; <br>Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder <br>If I could put a notion in his head: <br>&quot;Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it <br>Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. <br>Before I built a wall I'd ask to know <br>What I was walling in or walling out, <br>And to whom I was like to give offence. <br>Something there is that doesn't love a wall, <br>That wants it down.&quot; I could say &quot;Elves&quot; to him, <br>But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather <br>He said it for himself. I see him there <br>Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top <br>In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. <br>He moves in darkness as it seems to me, <br>Not of woods only and the shade of trees. <br>He will not go behind his father's saying, <br>And he likes having thought of it so well <br>He says again, &quot;Good fences make good neighbours.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a><div class=q>
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That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, 
And spills the upper boulders in the sun; 
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 
The work of hunters is another thing: 
I have come after them and mad..."></div>
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