It Bids Pretty Fair
by Robert Frost
| The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. |
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| The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. |
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