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    LOVELY ARE THE FLOWERS.....
    WHO BLOOMS EVEN WITHOUT CARESS.....

    TREMENDOUS ARE THE RIVER.....
    WHO FLOWS EVEN WITH OBSTACLE STONES....

    HAPPY ARE THE WINDS....
    WHO NEVER FAILED TO WHISPER I CARE.


    BUT!!!!!! FLOWERS, RIVER AND WIND ARE NOT ME
    I NEED YOU TO EXPERIENCE WHAT THEY GONE THROUGH.

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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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