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I'm a poetry freak. There, I've said it. I love poetry-good poetry-and I'm eager to share this love of poetry with my eight-month-old son. (I know this seems a little early, but I want to get the jump on Playstation.) You can imagine my disappointment when I discovered that most poetry aimed at children involves rhyming words like "loopy" with "poopy." Then I found Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, illustrated by Susan Jeffers.