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valerie hurtado

(08-12-1998 / Los Angeles)

All the Authors I know...


Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan poe.
These are The poets and authors That I know.
From selfish giants, to tell-tale hearts, I never seem to want to part.
I read and read Wilde all night, until Poe Turns off the light.
I see the Giant in my dreams, but then i see a raven perched on a tree.
I know that this is surreal, because to me, these authors are the real deal.

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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My poem About one of my most favorite Poet and Author

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  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (2/7/2014 10:37:00 AM)

    Tee Hee! ! You obviously haven't met some of these guys in PH yet. :)
    But you nailed these authors pretty firmly to the mast. (Report) Reply

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