Flatulence's Fury
J
James McLain
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Uncommon sleep so deep it rips
a sail in side a sheet.
Tearing painful slice on side of tail
blood thrones to keep.
Beano flees the scene of crime a
painting filling all the canvas morning
run.
Smelling face in awe the damp adorns
sweat note I cheer.
Bu şiiri puanla
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