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A Foul Wind

After three big bowls of chili
I could sense impending doom
When I released the rancid air
I was forced to leave the room

This may have cost me all my friends
And I feel just like a clown
My final epitaph should read
A foul wind had brought him down

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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