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Comment 23 of 103, added on February 12th, 2012 at 1:25 AM.
Many other Antique Toy budilers have copied this Antique Toy. The materials
are very good and tough. The toy is awesome.
Comment 22 of 103, added on February 10th, 2012 at 11:00 AM.
The color gives it a one of a kind look. I once had to call cmeotusr
service to place an order and they were easy to deal with.
from San Marino
Comment 21 of 103, added on January 12th, 2012 at 11:45 AM.
puff n stoof
suck my cock poems are for fags... jah jah pigz in za blanketz
Comment 20 of 103, added on October 30th, 2011 at 11:32 PM.
i think this poem is saying that it might be hard to decipher what is gold
in all this dust,(like finding a needle in a hay stack) but when we do find
it we need to take advantage of it.
Comment 19 of 103, added on October 7th, 2011 at 10:32 PM.
what is the tone and theme for this poem..anyone ?? thank you..:)
aina from Malaysia
Comment 18 of 103, added on August 27th, 2011 at 6:22 PM.
A peck of gold, Robert Frost
One could say of parable told
That gold is dust and dust is gold
Louis Picciuolo from United States
Comment 17 of 103, added on January 20th, 2011 at 5:31 AM.
What a poem by ROBERT FROST!!!!!
But i didnt totally understand its meaning
Comment 16 of 103, added on February 16th, 2010 at 3:15 AM.
Hello. Please delete this message.
chkbse from United States
Comment 15 of 103, added on June 14th, 2009 at 8:54 AM.
Have you ever heard someone say that we all eat about eight spiders before
we die? The same thing applies here: not as common, but some say that we
all eat a peck of dust in our lifetime. A peck, by the way is the dry
equivalent of two gallons. Frost said that we all must eat our peck of
gold. He is saying that life is sugar-coated and is really nothing special
like everyone says. But this would somewhat contradict the conclusion of
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." I'm not really sure. Comment back.
from United States
Comment 14 of 103, added on March 7th, 2009 at 11:25 PM.
I believe this is an excellent poem by Robert Frost. This poem shows
meaning about the Gold Rush in the 1800's and how dust would pick up their
because of the mining and digging. Great Poem! Adios!
Rico from United States
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