THE CONSTANT VIOLET

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    THE CONSTANT VIOLET
    I LOVE THE DAINTY VIOLET THE HERALDS IN THE SPRING
    iT SPEAKS OF CHILDRENS LAUGHTER, AND EVERY HAPPY THING,
    ALONG A STREET, A SINGING BROOK, OR THICK IN A WOODEN GLEN
    IT SPREADS OUT WIDE IT'S LOVLINESS, FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE AGAIN

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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.

    sweetlips’s Poems (15)

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    Goodby To Love 0 03/02/2009
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    Depression 1 02/16/2009
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    A Song 0 02/14/2009
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    Meeting 0 02/14/2009
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