Pat Doles Ode to a Frog: Neckrow

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Neckrow

A breath of warm air touched her skin a ghost has walked within her soul began to sense him there we'll play the game but keep it fair. The hairs will crawl upon your neck, now't to lose so what the heck and as you stand upon the sink you'll capture that lucky link. don't look behind, forit will go... Sign in to see full entry.

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