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Monday, November 09, 2009
A poet in the house
“I like that,” I say to a nod that reads:
You ought to, you wrote it.
I shake my head no, shrug and snap: Found art from an unknown author.
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Anonymous said...
i read that lovely tidbit today; i adored it.
10:57 AM
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i read that lovely tidbit today; i adored it.
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