But I did my best with to finger her while still trying to stay inside her.
I have a roof over my head, clean clothes, a TV and a radio.
Split Finger by Dwayne Brenna May
Time was suspended like one of his towering home runs and tears were near as I struggled with unsettling feelings like striking out with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth.
By George Yatchisin This is the first line of this poem.
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Braves beat the Yankees again.
I write you from the mainline of one of the dangerous prisons in California, not from some protective area of the prison.
She later told me that she was so happy that she had me to help her realize that my brother's daughter is kinda cool and something she started wishing she could tell the world instead of feeling ashamed about.