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Oct 2016
I farted again
I don't know why
but it happens when I walk
I try to squeeze my *** cheeks together
and stifle it
it's old age
pending is no longer it
it's here
ripe and yellow foggy
smells like ****
sounds like a train whistle at times
Toot-Toot
wordvango
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wordvango
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