Everything - in its own time
In our time
We come
In our time
We go
Before
In between
And
Ever after
WE ARE!
Everything - in its own time
In our time
We come
In our time
We go
Before
In between
And
Ever after
WE ARE!
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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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