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Pooetry

Leftovers

The wind was the precursor to this dump. It shot out with fury such a MASSIVE clump.

My butthole was in such a hastily rush. That it did singe the edges, it feels like thrush.

But quickly it’s over, my taint starts to relax. I think I’ll ignore what I left in my dacks.

Pure Pooetry

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