September 26, 2008
Poetry in His Soul
I love you, Sherman Alexie.
I still don't think of him as a poet, but his words occasionally make me spontaneously weep.
I still don't think of him as a poet, but his words occasionally make me spontaneously weep.
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That's amazing. Where did you find this one?
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