Prepared

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    Prepared

    The knock on the door,
    the tightening of muscles,
    the setting of the face.

    You look the same on the outside,
    but on the inside
    it's another world,
    called -white knuckles and clenched teeth.-

    "Come in."

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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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