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I Sat Upon It

While seating on the shiny bowl I am waiting waiting but the worm will still not flow The pain that makes the intestines insane Let it come freely even if it may stain Reading a newspaper The underwear down to my knee I need the relief that coming out might give me Pepto Bismol,Please release the clogged -HIT I am tired of sitting upon it

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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