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I got the runs

The juices are flowing Out my butt it’s flowing The stink surely is growing The end is near i am hoping The poos are floating As they keep going I begin to wonder will it ever stop exploding For the pain has me moaning On my phone diagnosing The research is undergoing My ignorance is showing For I don’t know why my butt is unloading The doctor call i continue postponing As my juices stay a flowing…

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