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I knew a lovely looking girl who wanted to go out with me ,but I held back because she had a white head on her nose,
every few days I would see her again and she would have the same defect in prominence,
aware of her blemish she would wiggle her hips.
I cared not for her wiggle as I only kept looking at the spot that didn't seem to go away.
To kut a long story short. The girl soon found another admirer who looked beyond the spot
and when I last saw the two of them they were married and living in a swank part of town with a red bentley in the drive with a strange reg ... MRP 1