broken heels
with my broken heels i walked barefoot
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.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Bollocks | 0 | 03/06/2013 |
Busted | 0 | 03/05/2013 |
double digest | 1 | 04/13/2009 |
just like heaven | 0 | 04/13/2009 |
broken heels | 0 | 04/13/2009 |
kopi | 0 | 04/13/2009 |
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