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    Listen to it move in the treetops.
    See it in the water flow.
    Feel it in a breeze so soft.
    Touch it in the sun so warm.
    It surrounds us in all things,
    And yet consists of nothing

    dh Chisman

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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.

    tzu1500’s Poems (8)

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