#114

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    #114
    Fine tools I build for my use
    Bridges and castles I design
    Instruments for my ears
    Temples for my fears
    Missles to destuct
    Engines to construct
    Books and libraries to stay sane
    Tamples to pray
    I ralize all of that
    While I admire my palm

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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