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Freezing Southern Winds

Well this was easy, today I sat, and as I did, I suddenly shat.

It took me by surprise, though it passed with ease, the wind was cold and I felt the freeze.

So cold it was the log froze half way, sitting on the seat I began to sway.

With all the persistence that I could muster, I urged my colon to give me a splutter.

And splutter it did, the log split like that of a lumberjack. The only problem now, what to do with the scat.

Do I leave these logs for all to see? Or banish them with a flush to the sea?

Pure Pooetry

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