I know what your thinking
I know what your thinkingand it's getting worse
The tention is growing
stop! stop crying
all this madness!
I can't take it anmore!
forget it!
you win!
It scares me with every thought
but I know what your thinking
I know what your thinking
I know what your thinkingA 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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