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RE: REST STOP & SELF DISCIPLINE
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RE: REST STOP & SELF DISCIPLINE
Last edited by cousinsoren 09-12-2010 at 07:04:15 PM |
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.