The Pasture(The first verse thingy) By Robert Frost (This is my favorite poem)

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to take the leaves away
(And watch the cater clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by its mother. It's so young
It totter

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It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

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