Locked Out
by Robert Frost
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And cut them off from window light. The time I dreamed the door was tried And brushed with buttons upon sleeves, The flowers were out there with the thieves. Yet nobody molested them! We did find one nasturtium Upon the steps with bitten stem. I may have been to blame for that: I always thought it must have been Some flower I played with as I sat At dusk to watch the moon down early.
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Robert Frost Out Loud
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