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RE:Gone the fronds that spawn upon tree o’er yon, |
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RE:The land in languished anguish groans |
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RE:My me, moe lad, and manny jack |
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RE:To bee that tree, said he with glee |
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RE:Enscarpled indeed she thus did plea |
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RE:In the woods there’s a chuck and a tiger, too |
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RE:Maple chores and giggling pores |
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RE:Alright, Marck, I think you've gone overboard..... |
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RE: Stumpy ( as I fondly address her)You don't have to bring watercraft into it--wait--there's an idea!! |
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RE:i spare a chance to dance with fair, |
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.