Lisa Hirsch's Classical Music Blog.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Berce mollement sur ton sein sublime
Ô puissante mer, l’enfant de Dindyme!
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I once got frisked by a TSA guy at LAX, as soon as he put his hands on me I softly started groaning with pleasure.
The pat down didn't last very long!
Oh, ah, um.
Sorry, in retrospect, that might have been too much information. :-)
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