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My eyes was bugging out of my head,when I saw her in a bui-bui.
I was in a bullish mood;with my obstinate heart and all I could see was her, bumbling about,herself the street; and the bunged up leaves,following her trail,like a bomb of refuse swirling in the wind.
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I was shocked and paralysed;
When I saw another plump lady,coming out of her bourdoir,browned off;but,my eyes could only reach the rose pinned to her bossom,and her brownish yellow skin.
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Her bottled blonde hair,
The bomb of her breast.
Her heavy hips striking the strings and chords of my heart in disturbance.
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