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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, made me think of the Wizard of Oz!
ReplyDeleteit's those ruby slippers....
DeleteYep. Love this photo and the colors of this time of year.
ReplyDeletethank you. it is my favorite time of year as well. Can't wait for the first fire in the fireplace.
DeleteLovely!!
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