http://web.mac.com/d.kuhlmann/Blah-gue/The_Stream/Entries/2008/5/9_Stages_of_Love.html

So I've been trying something new by taking the poetry I've written and reincorporating the songs those poems were written to.

http://web.mac.com/d.kuhlmann/Blah-gue/The_Start/The_Start.html

Let me know what you think.

http://web.mac.com/d.kuhlmann/Blah-gue/The_Start/

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