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The Feeling of the First

at the last exit making the last turn anticipation on sugar sandwiches the sun glistens on the ocean's horizon almost there turning into the driveway first view trance almost wreck her black on black honda accord she slaps me back into reality, but she misses because she is just as mesmerized we just sit in the car....unbeknownst to us....and just take it in five to about eight minutes later, we realize that we gotta unpack.... ....but ohhhhhh, the feeling of the first....ohhhhhh, the feeling....

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