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The Highway Turd: Part IV

I fly a starshit across the poopiverse divide.

And when it screeches from my hide.

I’ll find a place to rest my faeces if I can. So that I may become a Highway Turd again.

And what may seem to be a piece of cloth that’s stained. But I’ll poop again.

I’ll flush them down the drain… The Drain… The Drain… The Draaaaiiinnn.

Pure Pooetry

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