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    Fallen

    I build with my hands thoughts that aren't mine.

    You who design these monuments, please come here.

    These whom you judge are put at your risk.

    Those hands are which tools of another's the mind.

    Whomever becomes will be brother or sister of mine.

    Towers have fallen through thoughts of the mind.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    chadallac74’s Poems (46)

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