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Snakes Passing Out Apples (new poem)come and have a bite. |
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RE: Snakes Passing Out Apples (new poem)Quote: Hi, Dah, Make things easy for us................................................LOL Let us have the link to this poem posted here. |
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RE: Snakes Passing Out Apples (new poem)Quote: Hi, Dah, Make things easy for us................................................LOL Let us have the link to this poem posted here. |
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RE: Snakes Passing Out Apples (new poem)
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RE: Snakes Passing Out Apples (new poem)thank you, kind sir |
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.