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Jan 2011
Let my words be fingers
to take the tension from your neck,
to ease your shoulders from the day just spent,
with hands and arms to embrace your waist,
and trace the contour of your hips,
and continue thus along your thighs,
with your hands meeting mine,
divine, we will make this hour,
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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