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Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2019
I run to my ceramic throne,
I feel it coming I groan.
I take my seat,
Try to ****,
To no avail,
I feel terrible.
I push more and more,
My face red, my  *** sore.
One last push,one last try,
A deep breath, a loud cry,
"Who let the dogs out, woof woof,
Out you come, you goof,
Something dropped,
It  worked,
Heard a large plop.
**** slidin out ma ***
Squirts of liquid and spurts of gas
Constraining my face
To push it out and away
That lil **** hangin from ma hole
It's almost like it's got a soul
I shake it off quick
That ******* stick
And then it goes plop
Down in the **** ***
Wash it away, with tears and say
"Urrrrgea, that was a big one aye?"
Then flush it down
And watch it fade away
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MOTV Dec 2015
Myself down on the ledge
Blaze my bowl of herb
Staring into nights glory.

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