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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...

When I looked at your beautiful photo, this song came to mind:
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Naps are good. Rest is good. Be healthy. Be safe.
Great photo.
ReplyDeleteA lovely image, Tara. The shadows and light, blue and white so beautiful together.
ReplyDeleteNice interplay of shadows and those bright white clouds and blue skies...could this be a sign of better days to come, one day (sigh). Hope you are feeling better, Tara.
ReplyDeleteLovely
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