Twain

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    Twain

    My mouth is open flowing with many words, but to reach your ear I wonder how many have you heard. watching wanting to see confirmation that one idle word has brought fourth a revelation. glancing, seeking making sure not to blink every now and then I see a word begin to sink. Into places you guard so tight so dear I must reconfirm to you have no fear. A two piece puzzle yet to be put together, niether one can be replced by no other. Once brouht together all who see will understand, that this is a union blessed by a greater hand. So come to me make haste my dear I want to sup with you have no fear. These words I speak with much sencerity, with the power of these three words I say COME TO ME.

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    libra46 commented on Twain

    01-24-2009

    Keep the words coming,nice poem.

    THEWIND2

    04/15/2014

    been offline thanks if you are still there.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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