I took my girlfriend
to your last poetry reading,
she said “yes”,
“yes?” I asked.
"she`s young and pretty",
she said.
“and?” I asked.
she hated your guts.
then she stretched out on the couch
and pulled off herboots.
"I don`t have very good legs", she said.
all right, I thought,
I don`t have very good poetry;
she doesn`t have very good legs.
scramble two.

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