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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

INTRANSIT 25-Apr-03/7:05 AM
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