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Pooetry

Cheeky Log

And off I go, although a slow start.
Eventually, I start to shart.

This one’s a doozy and smells sweet.
Though a little uncomfortable, I can feel its heat.

I feel the pressure, my legs go weak.
Oh no! A log is stuck between my cheeks.

Pure Pooetry

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