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    This love I feel,
    I must drink to my fill,
    For it's the only pill,
    That can my heartaches heal,

    Fill me up with your goodness,
    Till all hopelessness is gone,
    Peel off this despair,
    Till again I smile,

    This love I feel,
    Has no attached bill,
    It's abundantly free,
    To the one in need.

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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.

    kenyangal’s Poems (9)

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