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</span>But sometimes (like right now), as I sit in the cool, green-draped parlor, the grindstone begins to turn, and time with all its changes is ground away—and I remember Doodle.
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But another good one is
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</span>There is within me (and with sadness I have watched it in others) a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction, and at times I was mean to doodle.
The answer is:
His antagonistic relationship with his father.
Answer:
In the winter after they went to earthy beds, snow lay the bedspread over them.
Explanation:
I'm assuming that the answer is blanket because fog is often said to "cover the land like a blanket". May I ask what poem you are referring to? This would aid in answering the question. <span />
