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A Hard Day’s Bog

That’s what I like… peace and quiet.
Now I can start my fecal riot!

On the seat I place my hairy cheeks.
I give a push and start to excrete.

It’s very painful and kind of warm.
Like a roast cob of corn!

I don’t dare look, I may get a fright.
If it hurt like that it won’t be good for my sight.

I feel much better and quite carefree. But uh oh,
I haven’t wiped and need to pee. :(

Pure Pooetry

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