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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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| waiting | 1 | 11/28/2008 |
| baby formula | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| one hypnotic featurette | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| from that far | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| *weird | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| to the one and only | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| slick personality | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| prose poetry | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| play play | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| magic is lazy | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| inspiration of sorts | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| n0w | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| begin again | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| decorate | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
| xenophon | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
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