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Anniversary at Midnight for Papapackzi'When the clock stikes midnight, |
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RE: Anniversary at Midnight for Papapackzi'TRIBUTE TO PAPAPACZKI Last edited by cousinsoren 06-01-2010 at 02:31:36 PM |
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RE: Anniversary at Midnight for Papapackzi'lol! [dancing and clapping] |
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RE: Anniversary at Midnight for Papapackzi'Wow, thanks for the poem and comments. I appreciate it. Its been a fun year, I look forward to another one! |
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.