I went to the doctor for my
Annual checkup and he said,
'You've got cancer of the nose.'
Of course I was very surprised
But he added, 'You don't have to
'Do anything right today except
'With enough time you won't
'Have a nose.' I then inquired,
'What is the alternative, doc?'
And he replied Mohs surgery
About which I was clueless
But did not like the sound of it
One bit so I took the road
Less traveled you might say.
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Okay, stopping by woods on
A snowy evening. I don't know
About woods but growing up
In Chicago I was familiar with
Snowy evenings. One night
It snowed so hard that they
Called off school and we kids
Went sledding at Devil's Hill
All the next day and then
As the dusk began to fall
About four o'clock the snow
Resumed so even if it was
Not strictly speaking woods
It was a snowy evening.
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What about the poem 'Sand Dunes'
By Robert Frost? He describes how
A town doesn't get inundated by
Ocean waves but it does succumb
To sand dunes which he says are
Brown and dry. I believe this refers
To how you can get muddle-headed
In your old age even if you survive
The earlier years of your life because
It's like your brain gets clogged up
With sand. Also you will be buried
In the earth (sand) unless you want
To be cremated which reminds me
Of 'Fire and Ice' by Robert Frost.