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Pooetry

An Easy Movement

The gas blew as I made my way, fingers crossed I wasn’t getting a spray.

I made safety and sat on the throne. Then a giant log made itself known.

It slid on out without a fuss. There was no need to swear and cuss.

It moved quite fast and hit the water. Then it was followed by a rip-snorter.

The deed is done and I’m all clean. I look in the bowl and see a magnificent sheen.

Pure Pooetry

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