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10-02-2009 at 09:29:30 AM
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she made her pleasure
become her treasure
and greeted the day with wonder
grabbed hold of it like thunder
sought out ways for excitement
steered a course towards enlightenment
every day a little further from comfort zone
to unimagined worlds she began to roam
reading , writing and travel
her boredom began to unravel

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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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