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There was that cathedral in Burgos the crowds of people the priest at the far end taking Mass in Spanish not Latin as it used to be. Benny is beside me I sat with him on the coach from the start. All through Paris and France and into Spain. I lay my head against his shoulder through Paris and I vaguely heard the radio playing Beethoven stuff. I felt his hand holding mine my thigh touching his. I kissed him in the semi dark of the coach. I felt funny inside I wanted to open up to him like a morning flower but I couldn't too many people about us. We took communion at Burgos making our way to the altar end the crowds rushing at the priest as if he were a vendor of wine and bread. Be careful on the trip my parents said those foreigners can be tricky. I feel Benny near and feel funny inside feel sticky.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
MIRIAM HAS THE HOTS 1970
There was that cathedral in Burgos the crowds of people the priest at the far end taking Mass in Spanish not Latin as it used to be. Benny is beside me I sat with him on the coach from the start. All through Paris and France and into Spain. I lay my head against his shoulder through Paris and I vaguely heard the radio playing Beethoven stuff. I felt his hand holding mine my thigh touching his. I kissed him in the semi dark of the coach. I felt funny inside I wanted to open up to him like a morning flower but I couldn't too many people about us. We took communion at Burgos making our way to the altar end the crowds rushing at the priest as if he were a vendor of wine and bread. Be careful on the trip my parents said those foreigners can be tricky. I feel Benny near and feel funny inside feel sticky.
A GIRL ON A TRIP IN 1970
TerryCollett
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
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