You know, I always considered her youngish, maybe forty, oolishly based on a really terrific being-in-love poem she posted with exhuberant language. I don't remember the details but wasn't there an egg/ovo. I want there to be tent poles and nipples as well, but I may be confusing this with another poem. Some of the guys didn't appreciate it as much as some of the gals. But it knocked my socks off.
Anyone remember? Anyone got it?
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