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     I am cursed with poetry-I have to get it out
    While driving down the road-Or walking in the grove
    I long for pencil and paper-Which I can't get till later
    It nags within my head-Until I get it said
    And at last I'm free-Until another jumps on me
              For I am cursed with poetry

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    Lind commented on 6

    07-03-2017

    I know what it's like to have something to say but have it contained. Sometimes, i feel like these words echo.
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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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