The Chat room
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The Chat roomOk all you poets that miss the times to talk, well here is your chance I will be in the chat room at 4:30 next Sunday EST. If you really want to talk come by and say hello. I will be there |
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.