{"id":746,"date":"2013-07-28T16:32:53","date_gmt":"2013-07-28T23:32:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=746"},"modified":"2016-04-27T12:53:45","modified_gmt":"2016-04-27T19:53:45","slug":"0728","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/07\/28\/0728\/","title":{"rendered":"0728"},"content":{"rendered":"

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0728
\nStay golden pony boy<\/p>\n

Nothing Gold Can Stay<\/strong>
\nBy Robert Frost<\/p>\n

Nature’s first green is gold,
\nHer hardest hue to hold.
\nHer early leaf’s a flower;
\nBut only so an hour.
\nThen leaf subsides to leaf,
\nSo Eden sank to grief,
\nSo dawn goes down to day
\nNothing gold can stay.<\/p>\n