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!3th september what a signdrinking fine wine
underneath the tower
needing a shower
park full of beautiful faces
we sit in beautiful places
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!3th september what a signslimgoodwoody commented on untitled
11-14-2010
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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