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“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost
(And, I always thought they all began with: There once was a man from Nantucket . . . ) — YUR 🙂
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….tsk, tsk! 😉
I’m in an irreverent mood! (Actually, I’m very rarely reverent!)
— YUR
Neither was my husband – this was one of his favorite limmricks. Made me smile!