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She is my Dulcinea, my Erato: My fantasy and my Muse. I am the lighthouse in the storm: the one to guide her safely home. If your heart is open to walk this path take my hand and I will tell you more.... I have an affinity for the language. Some have called me a cunning linguist. But I struggle to craft the next line, Words to tell her exactly how I feel. because.... "motorboat your hoo-ha" doesn't really flow.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
A Musing
She is my Dulcinea, my Erato: My fantasy and my Muse. I am the lighthouse in the storm: the one to guide her safely home. If your heart is open to walk this path take my hand and I will tell you more.... I have an affinity for the language. Some have called me a cunning linguist. But I struggle to craft the next line, Words to tell her exactly how I feel. because.... "motorboat your hoo-ha" doesn't really flow.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
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