THE END

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    THE END

     The music stops.
    Silence, suddenly,
    Pierces my soul...

    It has been;
    It shall never be!



    S. Passione 11/3/09

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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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