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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...

Good to see that the Woodstock generation are alive and well. And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden....
ReplyDeleteI was a tad young for Woodstock (10) but I get your point. I was heavily influenced by my teenager elders!
DeleteDon't know how you did it and it's beautiful!
ReplyDeletejust a little electronic editing magic, that's it. It's fun to play with the editing programs.
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