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The Borrowed Poem
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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Steve Grant
New York, NY
Be patient that I address you in a poem. There is no other fit medium.
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