DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE: HE NURTURES MY SENSES

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Saturday, April 21, 2007

HE NURTURES MY SENSES

He Nurtures My Senses His cleanness fills my senses A razor making roads over His chiseled face on a frame That was and is that of the Thin-hipped King I married He nurtures my senses Beautiful sounds come to me From a six string box with lots of tales Or an old fender electric, maybe the Mandolin or the violin and he sings A full house Beatles, Lightfoot or Jars of Clay He nurtures my senses His smile puts light in my dim eyes His jet speed fingers on a mandolin Are slow and tender as he... Sign in to see full entry.

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