too seach

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    too seach

    i'm not here too make friends
    he said turning his head with a grin
    if i were i would give money
    instead i'm looking for a honey
    do you understand women need a man
    to keep the rat race going and command
    him to build a hut and kill for food
    all the things that make life good

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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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