Eddie Two Hawks posted: " Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. words by Plato image; Red Rose, Eddie's Garden Classics " Eddie Two Hawks
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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