Oh geez, Dad, not the car again.

Oh, happens all the time with old Betsy.

Have you checked out Carvana yet?

They have thousands of cars for under $20,000.

But did those thousands of cars have personality like old Betsy?

Betsy's held together by tape.

And there are raccoons living in the engine.

It's a family car.

There are flames on the hood?

A custom paint job.

No, Dad.

The car's on fire.

How many cars did you say Carvana had?

Visit Carvana.com to shop thousands of cars for under $20,000.

We'll drive you happy at Carvana.

Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern.

In honor of the New England Patriots winning the Super Bowl last night, albeit in an ugly game,

I'm going to be reading a poem by the man who Harold Bloom called the archetypal New England poet.

And that, of course, is Robert Frost.

He was born in 1874 and died in 1963. He received four Pulitzer Prizes for poetry, was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, and was named Poet Laureate of Vermont in 1961.

You probably know him best for his famous poems like

stopping by wood on a snowy evening and the road not taken and perhaps mending wall or after apple

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