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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Poet



















My wife, the poet.
Every piece of art she does, the poet speaks.
Every photo she takes, the poet sings.
Every time she holds my hand, there is poetry in her touch.
Posted by Jerred at 10/30/2008 09:03:00 AM

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