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Posted by ArnoldB
on 10/9/2006
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It's party time at the Tickle Club. Members only but you're always welcome. Once inside you'll soon find out why Arnold B's funspot always tickles your fancy.
A touch of comfort is all we crave. (c.g.i.)
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Through streets damp with autumn mists, skirting the echoing shadows, we come to the Tickle Club. (c.g.i.)
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Down creaking stairs we go, smiling past the glowering sentinel, to enter a heavenly dream. (c.g.i.)
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A face swims before us, a finger points the way. (c.g.i.)
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Two friends before us, side by side they go. (c.g.i.)
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Betwixt and bestride, all a fumble in the stabbing light. (c.g.i.)
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With arms outstretched she comes to greet us, her smile as radiant as the risen sun. (c.g.i.)
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Arnold B lives life in the shadows, ever watchful of human foibles. His presence is everywhere but he is seen by none. If you must seek him out, know him by his works.
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