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The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke
Age: 55 †
Born: 1908
Born: May 25
Died: 1963
Died: August 1
Poet
Teacher
Writer
Saginaw
Michigan
Along
Highway
Journey
Highways
Wind
Hiking
Walks
Sharp
Came
Wander
Mincing
Back
Cat
Sauntering
Like
Stones
Trekking
Walking
Strolling

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