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Olivier

Olivier

Hey, Shamool, come near,
Must tell you a secret,
In low voice and whisper.

Be careful, tell no one,
Must remain between us.

Today, I, made salad,
Sure, the one that we liked,
Olivier…

How could it be the same?
Remember games played?

No one has that spice,
You had it, you alone!

Recall them?

We boiled the potatoes,
A chicken with the bones
And the rest kept on side,
Mayonnaise and pickles,
Whatever required…

But always, main spice
Was in you (Arabs' Sun.)

Two noodles on shoulder
Wore loose top, no skirt,
Stretched naked legs...

We laughed, kept flirting,
And peeled, did cleaning,
Loved kissing, childishly.

In shower we ended,
Turned the tub into bed,
And it was delicious.

Why did we sign divorce?
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