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We heard the voice Of the talking anus Beat like a light drum Where saints were gathered. But suddenly the stench hovered And all hands drove close To prevent the odour through the nose Because the beats became filthy All tones pitched a low key. Everywhere boomed with bad odour That shut every mouth like a door At the noise of the anus that talked. Even – the smell gave my pen Inspiration to write this poem.

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Date: 3/5/2016 3:38:00 PM
Prince A. , Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/7/2016 7:43:00 PM
PRINCE enjoyed reading your poem... HUGS **SKAT**
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