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Aug 2013
I was in a hurry; late for work and having to take a mighty ****.

I rushed into the bathroom, pulled it out,

It came out like a rushing river.

Little drops of yellow rain

fell on the seat

and I wiped it off

Rushed back downstairs,

I kicked the screen door open

the sun was out

the humidity was rising.

I started sweating, and I got into the car speeding off to the freeway.

I was a lion chasing its prey

my prey was getting into work on time.
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John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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