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O, girl, I like your greasy smile,

I like you look at me that way,…

But can you wait me for a while?

I haven’t finished yet my play.



I see you, poor and weakest liar,

I even know, what you will say,

But… wait a minute: I’m tired,…

What’s better — quickly run away.

(11.05.2009)


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