'Twas the 8th of November.
'Twas the day I punched Robert Frost in the face.
He took the road less taken, the road that leadeth to my property.
'Twas the day I punched Robert Frost in the face.
He climbed my birch tree, and took a piss in my wishing well.
'Twas the day I punched Robert Frost in the face.
He stopped by my woods on a snowy evening, and unmended my wall.
'Twas the day I punched Robert Frost in the face.
I caught him with the cow in apple time, right by my woodpile.
'Twas the day I punched Robert Frost in the face.
Guy never could hold his liquor.
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