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Biblioklept 
Sigh.
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Reblogged this on Louder Words.
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Yes, I remember on this Valentine’s Day. Old age leaves us with memories.
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Beautiful
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I love Yeats. Great post.
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Oh my, that was something.
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Sweet dreams my loved one
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Age-less grace is destiny. Hiding in the flowers only keeps you honest before God. mo
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[…] with his words and I wanted to be his crazed girl and I knew I would always love his words even when I was old. Today my poem is for him and another poet that has captured my […]
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