The Inmate

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    The Inmate

    The amiable preacher mumbles indistinctly in the depths within.....
    It is your respectful tenant that pledges to dispatch ideas, only helping to open closed curtains....
    This inmate mounts on you the intention to do good....
    How wretched sometimes that we are...We pretend to lack vigilance and later brood...!!!

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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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