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Pooetry

Back To Work

Here I am back at work, when suddenly I start to twerk.

I rush to toilet in a moment of fear, not a moment to soon, a warning from my rear.

Just in time I shoot the gap, with a horrendous thud I release my crap.

Pressure free I almost take my leave, not before my taint begins to heave.

A second wind of epic proportions, has left my coight with awful contortions.

Pure Pooetry

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