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    How true one’s words spoken, with great thought or in haste
    Can affect another so greatly in those fleeting moments.
    Those paths crossed may just be the last and stones
    overturned by the simplest of tongue,
    leave the other with an impression they will carry on.

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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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