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gerrynuk
gerrynuk
Hertfordshire
Doesn't time pass quickly? Oh yes, it's faster as you get older Especially now that you are ninety-two And I am eighty-four. Do you still love me? Of course I do, Even though you are ninety-two And I am eight-four. Do you still like *** Oh yes, but I don't get so much Now that you are Ninety-two And I am eighty-four. But would you still hug me? Of course I would Even though you are Ninety-two And I am Eighty-four.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
The Passing of Time
We look, we smile, we touch. We strip, we embrace, we explore. We kiss, we hug, we stroke. *** can be so predictable when we follow a pattern.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
Following a Pattern