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Calling all my friends and enemies...if that beI would appreciate your comments on my poem, My Little One. |
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Re: Calling all my friends and enemies...if that beOkay, I did...it's good. Now what do I win ? |
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Re: Calling all my friends and enemies...if that beThank you kindly, cowboy. You win a vacation in Rome with Faith, hope and charity. |
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Re: Calling all my friends and enemies...if that beRome sounds good, but I don't have Faith.............. |
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.