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Friday, November 26, 2010
It Happens Every Time, Mr. Frost
Asleep, I need to keep awake
Poems that plow deep furrows,
Nurturing seeds of promise
I must find time to reap;
When I wake, I find reams,
Reams of shallow promises
Still keeping me asleep.
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