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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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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...
The colors in the Sierra are truly stunning. The bluest blue skies. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm there in a hammock beneath that flowering wild plum(?) and drinking an Asahi extra dry beer!
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