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Saturday, October 17, 2026
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

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