StoryA Poem by Hope
Sing a song, a verse, a rhyme -
maybe to a Valentine... Leaps abound in every step walking in his arms, unkempt. Walking, smiling and galore, what about that cellar door? Beauty done and never seen, even to his ears and gleam. © 2014 Hope |
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Added on December 22, 2014 Last Updated on December 22, 2014 |

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