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Why Can't IIf the birds can reach high over the clouds Last edited by janetdawson 04-17-2009 at 10:04:10 PM |
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Re: Why Can't ILol a good lil diddy here to ever ask why. |
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Re: Why Can't Iwe ask why and ponder such grand schemes that it can make your head spin! I love it, hun! |
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.