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    FORGIVE ME IF I AM NOT WHAT YOU SAW ME TO BE. THE PIECES OF MY LIFE THAT ARE NOT YET CONNECTED RESTRICT ME FROM COMPLETION, YET I STRIVE TO BE WHOLE, FINISHED. THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL I BE ABLE TO COMPLETE US. MY PATH IS TAMPERED BUT MY REWARD IS TO GREAT, TO BE FALTERED WOULD MEAN A LACK OF FAITH. FAITH IN US, THE LORD AND THIS UNION. FORGIVE ME IF I AM NOT WHAT YOU SAW ME TO BE, BUT IN TIME I WILL BE WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU SEEN.

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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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