By selling half of my poetry
I bought a wrist watch, Switzerland made
In addition of listening me music
It gives me a special massage
Other day a beautiful young woman
Was too curious
To know what I see into my watch
It is the message I read, I said
She came too close and asked
If I could tell her the current text
I am too shy to tell you
To reach here I am one hour late
Here stood a girl one hour before
And she was without her panties
And looking around
The four -letter -word love.
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