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Your arrival is heralded
with a sinking need
I tread to the room of kings and thinkers
and sit upon yon regal chair
you are reluctant, my love
yet your departure imminent, irresistable
a fevered clench, grinding of teeth
I strain through for you
gently, insistently, urging you on
then, in a quiet hush
you leave no void
I savor your aroma,
bid you adieu..... and flush.
I call it: "Ode to a turd"
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