Oh ,that must be why the Boy-Toy always hits me when I see a hot Brazilian that catches my eye. I always wondered how he knew when I didn't think he saw me. It was the pupils. Damn.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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Oh ,that must be why the Boy-Toy always hits me when I see a hot Brazilian that catches my eye. I always wondered how he knew when I didn't think he saw me. It was the pupils. Damn.
Interesting...like lovely flowers, beautiful wildlife, our precious Cattums, etc.
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