The way Sheryl Crow
called on the phone,
to offer dough
for the rights to my poem,
It shook my heart
from a bitter mood
and saved some part
of a life I rued.
(This isn't true, of course; it's an homage.
Here's the original poem,
by Robert Frost:
Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.)
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