FUTURE PROMISE
in the future
i will kill
for less than was thrown to dogs
in the past
i promise
i will
i will kill
for less than was thrown to dogs
in the past
i promise
i will
FUTURE PROMISE
Writer1 commented on FUTURE PROMISE
11-25-2009
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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