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Wherever you are, or whatever you do,
Let your wind blow free, it is good for you.
Sometimes you have to just let rip.
Some farts deserve a censorship!

To boldly blow where no man blows.
Whilst keeping people on their toes.
An innocent look, a silent whiff.
Release that gas and let it slip.

As people look, they may assume,
In enclosed spaces or in a crowded room.
There are those who deny the fact they dealt it.
Accusing those who must have smelt it.

Silent but deadly, and done on the sly!
These ones are the worst and bring a tear to your eye.
As you drop it, you walk off without a care in the world.
Whilst waiting like a saint for the furore to unfurl.

There are farts that sometimes are close to the cloth!
I call these farts sharts, the ones you just have to stop.
Yet these are the ones that are to close to mention. 
And these tend to happen with no such intention!

It makes some people happy whilst grading their farts.
As they hit the Top 10, like they are climbing the charts.
In the company of others, without hesitation.
Flattered by flatulence can be an odd situation.

So next time you're caught in that awkward place,
An innocent look, with a smile on your face.
Remember, life is too short to hold back that fart.
Please savour that moment, it is part of the art.

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