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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 ...
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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