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Aug 2015
I've diarrhea,
And it's ink,
Explaining why
My writing stinks.
I've constipation
Of the brain,
Leaving little
But shart stains.
I'm irregular,
I'll wear a diaper,
And write my poems
On toilet paper.
Shart: A wet ****.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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