A word or two
Some nations overuse words.
Really.
Quite!
Brilliant.
Some become nerds.
Cool!
Yeah.
lol
That’s for the birds!
Been there,
Done that.
Cheers!
A word or two
Some nations overuse words.
Really.
Quite!
Brilliant.
Some become nerds.
Cool!
Yeah.
lol
That’s for the birds!
Been there,
Done that.
Cheers!
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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