Middle Of It...

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    Middle Of It...

    There I was in the middle of it.
    There I was going everywhere.
    There I was meeting everyone.

    Here I am in the middle of it.
    Here I am going everywhere.
    Here I am meeting everyone.

    Why not be in the middle of it?
    Why not be going everywhere?
    Why not be meeting everyone?

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    Phoenix9 commented on Middle Of It...

    02-16-2009

    good message,

    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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