A FIERY TEMPLE

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    A FIERY TEMPLE

     And I Looked, And Behold,
    A Fiery Temple,
    And I Saw Death,
    Seated On The Alter,
    A Skeleton In His Priest Cassock,
    And Graves Makes The Congregation!!!

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    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.

    sparkmoore’s Poems (6)

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