will be hard to get rid of."
It would seem that he got that done.
Years before dying, he wrote,
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
If you find his grave, in Bennington, Vermont,
you'll see those words, carved in granite.
-from the poem Waiting for Robert Frost, by Danny Peart
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