If my head was on your shoulder and we were dancing, slow dancing, and I inhaled the smell of you to my core, would you hold me close and inhale me into your heart?
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- All I Need
- Fuzzy Wuzzy Has My Hair
- Addicted
- A new angel in heaven - to you Darcey Freeman
- Heat Wave
- Unwalking Wounded
- Desperately Seeking Funny Bone
- Other Shaz
- Bibliophile - Not An Obsession With Bibles, Okay?
- Anger and Frustration
- Washing Basket Emotions
- Coincidence or Magik Voodoo Juju?
- Heritage
- Seven Pounds
- Appropriate Cures for Thrush
- The Brighter The Light, The Darker The Shadow
- Off Moments
- Today which is now Yesterday and La Famille
- Nostalgia
- New Goals and Microlighting - not to be used in th...
- My Home, My Town
- We Are All Of Us In The Gutter - Just Some of Us A...
- A Big Dollop of Happiness Please
- Alex's 18th birthday
- Umbilical Cord? Cut here? Now?
- Judgements
- Day One.....Casualties? None
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