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    gratitude

    Among the broken rubble of a day

    lie the gems and treasures, shewn casually

    across the field on which we’ve come to play,

    the friends, the smiles, of man’s diversity.

    From the hum of a hornet’s nest a song

    is written for us to sing in gratitude.

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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.

    tygseflrpdme’s Poems (46)

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    A Comedy of Couplets 1
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    a story book 0
    wink 0
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    wink 0
    emptiness 0
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    A path less painful 1
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    Just Me 1