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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...

Such a cool photo, Tara. Really captures a moment.
ReplyDeleteWow! I like this photo. Beautiful composition, color, and energy.
ReplyDeleteLove it. I can almost hear the music.
ReplyDeleteone of the highlights of our time in Havana. These guys were so good, and so sweet. University students earning money with their musical talent.
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