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Stare the problem in its face, give a gentle smile; hug your worries tight and kiss your inhibitions goodbye. Ride the bad luck like a dauntless knight; make mistakes, care not about wrong and right. Stop preaching good and being good all the time. We are just simple humans, simply enjoy the life.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| no title | 0 | 11/04/2010 |
| Rock on' | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| untitled | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| Eternal Problem | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| Life&Love | 2 | 05/26/2009 |
| ~The Message~ | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| ~Lost Marvel~ | -1 | 05/20/2009 |
| *~* AngeL*~* | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Life | 2 | 05/20/2009 |
| O! Human | 2 | 05/20/2009 |
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