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When you whisper close, My hair rises... I get the chills... Feel thrills... I'm in first grade again, That first crush feeling... And frowzy-headedness comes reeling... Delicious ticklings up my spine Sidetrack me for a little bit, Like that first glass of wine.... I even lose my place, My bookmark I can't find... Should have folded down the tip.... Doesn't  matter... I think I'll let my reading slip...
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
When You Whisper...
When you whisper close, My hair rises... I get the chills... Feel thrills... I'm in first grade again, That first crush feeling... And frowzy-headedness comes reeling... Delicious ticklings up my spine Sidetrack me for a little bit, Like that first glass of wine.... I even lose my place, My bookmark I can't find... Should have folded down the tip.... Doesn't  matter... I think I'll let my reading slip...
don-bouchard
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don-bouchard
66/M/American
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
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