Astounded Quiver

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    Astounded Quiver

    Scale that of your own happiness,
    match thoes of trite riches.
    Where they become your cover for seasons.

    While concluding thoes of prepared salavation,
    they to cover for consumed reasons.

    For thoes trifiling spectals encroach there treason,
    so they may display astounded quiver.

    On with likewise and thoes lie too!

    Shade me from the furance of this time,
    how long oh GOD do I haft to burn!

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    Phoenix9 commented on Astounded Quiver

    02-06-2009

    very nice

    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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