p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
an evicted breeze stopped to watch the dandelionsas they conducted
tiny pastel symphonies
for the silent
tyke
p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
an evicted breeze stopped to watch the dandelionsknight4696 commented on p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
09-03-2009
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knight4696 commented on p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
08-30-2009
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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