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IN A GLASS OF CIDER by ROBERT FROST

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First Line: IT SEEMED I WAS A MITE OF SEDIMENT
Last Line: The thing was to get now and then elated
Subject(s): CIDER;
It seemed I was a mite of sediment
That waited for the bottom to ferment
So I could catch a bubble in ascent.
I rode up on one till the bubble burst,
And when that left me to sink back reversed
I was no worse off than I was at first.
I'd catch another bubble if I waited.
The thing was to get now and then elated.




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