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Dear flatulance (dear lord) (Free verse) by Bobjim

My colon ablaze Rectum desperatly clenching Must let one rip Let one quietly go Relief-but sadly too late I've crapped myself Dispose of my shorts But where can they go? Ah!-clothes for the homeless

Ranger 14-Apr-03/8:51 AM
I would have given this a ten but...oh, no I wouldn't.




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