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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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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...
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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 ...


Nice to see that not all artists lived in a garret, even if their lifestyle didn't reflect the vast amounts of money their work would sell for in later years.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a storybook house.
ReplyDeleteI love Monet's painting. So varied and so lovely. The house looks rather like an ordinary farmhouse. I understand he had quite an impressive garden.
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