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Jul 2015
No one could see me
Behind the fence

So I squatted down
And took a sh**
On the ground

It was too far
To the park restroom
And I had a bit of the runs

(A bit too many dried prunes)

And that's not fun

So I tropped trousers
And squatted down
And took
A semi-solid B.M.
Upon the ground

And with my hand
I buried it underneath
The soft sand

I am a man of the earth earth
And I have every right
To go on it
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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