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Thursday, January 20, 2011
This was just submitted by a friend of the LBCC Poetry Club. A bit early, but hey, why not?
Selecting A Reader
She is as naked as I am
and passionate
about show don't tell.
Selecting A Reader
She is as naked as I am
and passionate
about show don't tell.
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