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so, hubby is out of town, the children are in bed, & i’ve got time to kill…
did some further google stalking. The Author mentioned being on a radio program, so i’m listening to him talk about his first book of poetry. holy poop.
such a freaking trainwreck!
the man cannot even muster emotion when reading his own love poems.
suddenly you popped up on my bookmarks list! Awsome 🙂
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Lol. So glad you’re writing!
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Holy cow–you’re back??!!
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