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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...

I love love love this photo, Tara. It's beautiful. Where did you photograph this?
ReplyDeleteCentral Park, Davis.
DeleteThat's beautiful! I have a necklace with figures much like this suspended from it -- myself and three smaller figures (mother and children).
ReplyDeleteI love this sculpture and have photographed it many times.
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