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    I sat down to write about you tonight
    but all I could pen was a heart
    small but strong
    imperfect. beautiful. like you.
    You're broken
    and I don't think that you know
    that I know.
    Oh - but if I had the chance
    I'd crawl up next to you
    and build myself a home.
    I'd lose myself in your back roads

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    charles52 commented on

    01-17-2010

    beeisforbumble: Very cool, great last line. I always look to the pace of a poem. You use pace well. Charles

    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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