Ed Hart
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Renee, going on twoA Poem by Ed Hartshe is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart |
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the lettingA Poem by Ed Hart |
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old man deathA Poem by Ed Harteven my archives aren't safe from a little tweak and polish |
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what it isA Poem by Ed Hart |
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price of hoursA Poem by Ed Hart |
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up wordsA Poem by Ed Hartwhile i wait to see if my old muse will circle round again, i continue to pose these older poses, which won't hurt you, unless you're allergic to bein.. |
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