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Monday, June 3, 2013

Edger Allan Poe

If you do not know the name Edger Allan Poe, you are not a true lover of poetry. OK, you still are, but you must learn of him. To some he is known as the father of science fiction and mysterious detective, to others the dark romantic, but to me he is known as the man who lost love.
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