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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...

Synchronicity. I just hung a star like that out on the wall of my porch. I didn't buy the star. It just came to me through the free table in the mailroom of the condominiums where I live. Love the details and light in this photo, Tara. I want that tree to be a redwood tree.
ReplyDeleteI think that it is, actually!
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