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It was a sudden impulse that directed me to stir myself and remove a well-thumbed dusty volume from its shelf. I opened it with fingers that lacked the youthful dexterity before osteo-arthritis had curbed celerity. I started to turn pages with a reminiscence of delight until becoming bothered by its, failure to excite. What is the cause of this despair the loss of Nature’s circuit board, a fevered stirring in the ***** fails to be restored. Must I now accept as fact that there are simply no springs left in my body’s potency? Is all now bereft? Those springs may now be lacking in my physical displays. But please grant a mental Spring in the Autumn of my days.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
On Last Looking Into the Kama Sutra – a flippancy
It was a sudden impulse that directed me to stir myself and remove a well-thumbed dusty volume from its shelf. I opened it with fingers that lacked the youthful dexterity before osteo-arthritis had curbed celerity. I started to turn pages with a reminiscence of delight until becoming bothered by its, failure to excite. What is the cause of this despair the loss of Nature’s circuit board, a fevered stirring in the ***** fails to be restored. Must I now accept as fact that there are simply no springs left in my body’s potency? Is all now bereft? Those springs may now be lacking in my physical displays. But please grant a mental Spring in the Autumn of my days.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
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