Dedicated to nosy/preying people:

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    Dedicated to nosy/preying people:
    All eyes, ears and nose
    Nosing in secret compartments,
    Blinding passion to find
    To prey open, to swallow,
    To fill empty tummies
    Never enough food
    An eye for an eye
    On brainless duty
    Running out of fuel
    In the empty desert of confusion.

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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.

    Moni’s Poems (17)

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    Dead Trees 0 03/01/2009
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    The Feast 1 02/27/2009
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