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     Perpetual beauty, a thing of the mind
    Sorrow haunting, leave it behind
    Happiness everlasting, I want it mine
    Eternal life, I could have all that time

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Care’s Poems (29)

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