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He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Writing
Poems
Going
Dirty
Good
Except
Never
Poetry
Ones
Feet
Hate
Write
Rhyme

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