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One Minute Man revised
A bouquet of blossoms
The calmness in the forest
I felt his one eye willy against my ribs
In a nanosecond, he became a minute man
Was this a midwinter dream?
I smile and then I kiss his neck,
he whispers, honey,
I hope that you are not upset,
Darn! I was so ashamed of this
One minute man,
Viagra is all I can truly say to him
Old men, old men
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Annie Lander
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