A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. -- Robert Frost
Today is Sunday, all our house guests have just departed-- some back to Palm Coast, others off to Iraq-- and I have the house to myself. I think it's time to dig out some poetry.
Today-- poetry
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Posted by Margo at Sunday, October 24, 2010
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