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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...

Yes! Exactly the kind of lighthearted colorful exuberance I needed to see. Thank you for this!
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ReplyDeleteI'm one of those who are usually freaked out by clowns. But this is so different. Colorful and lots of fun and not scary at all. I loved it.
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