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Grandma (Haiku) by waltfreakinwhitman

So gentle, so wise She greets me with a sweet kiss And her probing tongue

balthazar 17-Sep-02/11:34 AM
my grandma's strap-on was black. it really glistened, the bare bulbs swinging from the basement ceiling catching the dampness clinging to its entire length. god, damn, that was a fun summer!




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