<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Objection To Being Stepped On</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end of the row <br>I stepped on the toe <br>Of an unemployed hoe. <br>It rose in offense <br>And struck me a blow <br>In the seat of my sense. <br>It wasn't to blame <br>But I called it a name. <br>And I must say it dealt <br>Me a blow that I felt <br>Like a malice prepense. <br>You may call me a fool, <br>But was there a rule <br>The weapon should be <br>Turned into a tool? <br>And what do we see? <br>The first tool I step on <br>Turned into a weapon.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506902" data-title="The Objection To Being Stepped On de Robert Frost" data-description="At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn't to blame But I called it a name. And I must say it dealt Me a blow that I felt Like a malice prep..."></div> </div> </div>

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