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The Cliffs of Dover

Sudden churn of the stomach has me moving to the throne.
With a pain like this, I definitely should not postpone.

To much surprise the chud passes easily. Though to more surprise is the volume, not quite measly.

But I squat for a while thinking there’s not much more to come. But there’s a surprise for me, from my devilish bum.

I feel free to wipe thinking it’s all over, when suddenly more mud slides than the cliffs of Dover.

Catastrophe averted, my hand missed the slime. Perhaps I’ll wait, just a little more time.

Pure Pooetry

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