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By Jon Date: 2002 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.20.23.05.30961]] |
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He read poetry as often as he breathed. Alone in his own world he connected with the beautiful pain of love in every poem he read. One day, eyes full of tears, he put away his collection of poems. He had found her. it was time to write some poetry of his own. |