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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...

Love this, Tara. Reminds me of our local community forest. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt IS your local community forest!
DeleteI thought it looked beautifully familiar! We just walked by this the other day.
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