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    That was the only time:
          I actually saw you with burgundy nails and no freckles: 
                               "some mamma left her polish in the toilet:
                 that scrap had been landing for about four years - so I help myself."
       You laugh: with each giant step you shout:
                 "I want to be pregnant here - come to me: my rooster!"
      and you jump from behind on Karmen's neck -
                       both of your hair is floating.

         The thousand bonus points:
              that the sun gives once a year on Earth
                    for a cute little face: 
           are here on Mercury for everyone and forever 
                     - you were sprinkled with that cocoa just five minutes after disembarking:
                              and most of all: when you first glared at me: 
                         "you are such an incredible bitch: Karmen:" you say: but you look at me. 
                                       (Yes I am - everything you want.)

                Because we've been waiting for you:
          for two experts from Venus:
     who can ground hens - because those simple birds
                                           can't stop trying to fly.
            Right at the welcome party you started your wrestling
                              and when I pushed you away:
                  you attacked me with your claws and your blackest tiger black -
                               I was instantly dragged away from myself:
                I was falling and fresh freckles were spraying around my head -
                   I couldn't see anything:
                              but all the guys in the room were certainly holding their hearts
          and wondering: God: what the hell
                  must be going on
                        in those hot mounds of Venus.