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(poem for 69 March...:)
she was a shy one whenever I saw her something grabed me so that suddenly I was putting my finger in her eye pour a glass of water behind her neck or hell knows what fierce animal in her backpack "life is pain baby!" - I cried out showing her my last scratches still bleeding and she loved me with all its little-girl fury unfairly fought twenty years after I wake up with a lady suddenly on the street puts her finger in my eye while pours water behind my neck "life is funny old man" -she whispered then she invited me to her place and from one word to another we got fierce little animals wich couldn't take anymore of that shy reality tough retrieval what can I say with all my calmness of praised man maybe rightly I never saw her again and I hate her guts
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