O morning fruit of bowel’s churn,
you have a hint of chilli burn,
to twist and turn,
as to the s-bend you sojourn.
chilli burn
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O morning fruit of bowel’s churn,
you have a hint of chilli burn,
to twist and turn,
as to the s-bend you sojourn.