No Surprises

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No Surprises

There's no surprises anymore
When you fall down on the floor
Gun in hand
With your favorite band
Playing in the background 

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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.

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