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six thefts

seven. bedroom acrobatics: flesh in flesh on flesh, skin games and laughter. six. hot burning down my spine; pleasurable belly filling with rum-fire. five. prickles bristling along neck-skin, sharp contrast to warm breaths of air. four. soft skin on skin, whispers trailed in fingers on willing flesh. three. tenderness-- skin flush blooming 'neath first planted kisses. two. the usual comforts: home, hearth and two strong arms. one. deodorant aisle old spice transporting me to 7.

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six thefts

seven. bedroom acrobatics: flesh in flesh on flesh, skin games and laughter. six. hot burning down my spine; pleasurable belly filling with rum-fire. five. prickles bristling along neck-skin, sharp contrast to warm breaths of air. four. soft skin on skin, whispers trailed in fingers on willing flesh. three. tenderness-- skin flush blooming 'neath first planted kisses. two. the usual comforts: home, hearth and two strong arms. one. deodorant aisle old spice transporting me to 7.

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Swing Band

Play your trumpets louder, boys - Let's hear that trombone sound. You're gettin' paid to make some noise; The dames are crowdin' 'round. The chaps have finished sippin' gin And now it's time to dance. They want a tune to dip and spin And kick up some romance. A young thing needs a break at night From white barrage balloons, From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite, Junkers across the moon. The music's really pickin' up. The piano's lost a string. There's no one in a smoky club But loves a chance to swing. It's hard to hear the sirens wail - The saxophone is grand - For death is sorry, weak and pale But life's a big swing b

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Childrens picture book 2nd draft

It was a dark and quiet night, The stars twinkled and moon shone bright Deep in the forest, at the top of a hill Stood a little brown hare, ears propped high and still. Staring up at the great big sky, The little hare wondered eyes round and wide “How could anyone be afraid of such a beautiful night?” All of a sudden he could hear a small buzz, And out of the dark popped one, two, three little bugs! Buzz buzz buzz! One by one the bugs started to glow, Sweeping through the sky like glittering flakes of snow! They tickled his whiskers and rubbed his chin! With a wiggle of his tail and a very quick spin He bounced in the ai

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