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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...

But it's worth a thousand words. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGrace. Beauty.
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ReplyDeleteThese rose bushes are probably 20 years old. They bloomed in spring, and now again. We have another that is bright yellow. It's doing the same thing. I love it.
ReplyDeleteSo pretty. Lovely peaceful tranquil fragrant roses.
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