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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 ...
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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