I Rhyme With Hate
I Won't ever give in Again
Your smile is always Lying
It's odd
That I was Ever even Trying
I'll just put an end to all Love
Because there is no God
Up there Above
I Rhyme With Hate
I Won't ever give in Again
Your smile is always Lying
It's odd
That I was Ever even Trying
I'll just put an end to all Love
Because there is no God
Up there Above
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08-21-2009
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08-19-2009
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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