Feb 29 2012

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The Poet

We met at a time when vice was the only virtue I knew.

One dark, cold, night a poet knocked at my door.
He was beaten down,homeless,drunk and cold,
and continued to knock until I answered.

L.A. Steel

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  1. Celi

    loved it.

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