MEMORIAL DAY
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MEMORIAL DAY LAMENTWHAT I'M SUGGESTING IS THAT IT MAY BE TIME FOR SOME SORT OF "PROACTIVE" LAMENT... SINCE BODY COUNTS DON'T SEEM UNUSUAL THESE DAYS!! Last edited by devaamido 06-05-2010 at 12:25:38 PM |
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.