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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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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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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 ...
Thank you so much! Your offering led me to a song I first heard on another Music Friday:
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=3&v=613Y0vG68gU&feature=emb_logo
and this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mub2i2BoHpM
That is so beautiful, Tara. A truly moving and heart-tugging song. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful Tara. Thankyou so much X
ReplyDeleteBeautiful song from an artist who often pops up on YouTube but I'd never really listened to. And that's an incredible sound to extract from a trombone.
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