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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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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...
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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