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Pooetry

Part Deux

I steel my nerves as I take the position. My guts push and heave like a poorly oiled piston.
Low and behold as the tip comes out. She be a big one, this I have no doubt.
I brace on the wall, sturdy and ready. I feel the splash and I cry “that was heavy”.
I wipe the hot sweat from my head, as I stare at the coiled loaf of bread.
I never seen a turd as big as this I tell you. My guts grumble, oh Jesus there is a part two.
By Guest Pooet, Fecal Jam.
Pure Pooetry

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