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A vision of my poo,  Haunts me in my sleep, I don't want to leave you, Words it whispers whilst I weep But the neighbours complain, The stench is too strong, They demand I send it away,  Along with its pong  But I don't want to lose my poo, I don't want a final goodbye, And everytime I try and flush, I just break down and cry.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Flushed.