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     nature is mother earth's gift
    a mother's gift is our nature
    our natures grow and thrive
    just as the flora and fauna
    sometimes bad seeds are spawned
    in both natures
    the world of nature is lucky
    as the bad seeds grow
    they die young
    not so in the nature of people
    if it's in your nature
    it's yours for life

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    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.

    alanya’s Poems (15)

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    winter 0 12/13/2008
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