His Soul

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    His Soul

     I walk through the woods
    10 million things running through my mind
    The hting is im not alone
    i feel his soul guiding me
    protecting me
    Telling me i dont have to face the world alone
    His soul is with me forever

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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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