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Lif'e Game

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10-24-2009 at 01:17:45 PM

Lif'e Game

Pass the red ball around
Don’t let it hit the ground
Hold it too long and you’re bound
To break the rhyme and take the blame
For a mistake you made
While playing life’s game.

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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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