O morning poo in pre-dawn freeze,
frozen cheeks and thighs and knees,
while rising tendrils of warm air,
reek of “log du derriere”
frozen cheeks
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O morning poo in pre-dawn freeze,
frozen cheeks and thighs and knees,
while rising tendrils of warm air,
reek of “log du derriere”