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By Just L Date: 2015 Jan 31 Comment on this Work [[2015.01.31.00.13.1694]] |
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I am so full of promise I can barely contain myself Let me spill all over A warm, small pool Sufficient for laps Of your tongue A bouquet of whiskey Or aged grapes A trickling stream Afore a cascading fall On you Beneath me Just L January 30, 2015 |