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Dancing lightly on
the waves of your dreaming heart.
Crashing, foaming here.
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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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a contrite heart | 1 | 01/14/2009 |
my reflection | 1 | 01/11/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
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