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May 11, 2010
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The man with Hobbits feet
I feel protected and safeEnfolded in your armsHere nothing touches meI can come to no harm I reflect on the reasonYou have become so close to meThe speed and danger of ‘us’So opaque to see Worlds apart in our upbringingMine calm and subduedYours, fights, knives and gang warfareWrong and right sometimes confused Hard life and hard loveGave you no restBut bore two lovely childrenOf all treasures they are your best So why the need to touchThe man with Hobbits feetWhen I could be champagning with the elite? His heart and soul is woundedMy hands the salve I seeBut by opening my heart to hisIt is also a healing for me
— seabhac, May 11, 2010
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shirley harrison
16 years ago
Fabulous
panaella
16 years ago
beautiful (sole...geddit?)
seabhac
16 years ago
My goodness girls
judyanne
16 years ago
do you take stray dogs home too seabhac?
seabhac
16 years ago
'fraid you sussed me here Judy
panaella
16 years ago
I have a fetish about men's hands!
panaella
16 years ago
I have a fetish about men's hands!
xena465
16 years ago
I love it Liz
shirley harrison
16 years ago
sorry Rosi
xena465
16 years ago
You're a scream Shirley