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Pooetry

Deep Brown Poos

There was a horrible sensation down in the depth.
There was no hope for me, no way to prep.

A stinging sensation that pulsated with fear.
Lead to a gaseous explosion from my rear.

Very uncomfortable, a true sight to behold.
The stench so bad, like shitting mould.

I wait until the last morsel has dropped.
And shake out the last meaningful plop!

Pure Pooetry

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