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Sunday, February 05, 2006

Dried Exithole

i arrested and rested.
i churned and turned
still came no water like a lover spurned.
it gurgled and gargled
at me it spat
leaving me to dry over the shit i sat.
Posted by Sir Tawkalot at 2:06 am

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