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Language

What is language, but a handful of emotions...
we toss them to the winds of life ,memories in motion.
the breeze not always pleascent ,but we manage just the same.
a language of our sences all seven in a game.
to really under stand them...emotions that would be,
that peaceful understanding .
in the voice, they choose to speak.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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