When

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    When

    When I'm hungry

    Thoughts of him

    fill me up

    When I'm thirsty

    His kisses

    Quench my thirst

    When I'm lonely

    I open my eyes

    And there he sit's


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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Free2beme’s Poems (14)

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