the Woman thanked -
i thank the Woman who's name is grandas Her heel lied deep within the sand.
and Her name is shouted praise across the
land!
the Woman thanked -
i thank the Woman who's name is grandA 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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immeasurable blight - | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
What's goin' on - | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
the Woman thanked - | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
allowing time to tick away the minutes... | 0 | 06/15/2009 |
a mixed up way of the atmosphere | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
wishing for a Woman who | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
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