chair

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    chair

     if i
    sat
    in a gold chair

    and said
    to you

    "god favors me."

    would you believe me?

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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.

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