O morning fruit of bowel’s rumble,
towards the s-bend’s curves you tumble,
you start out pure sphinctoid extrusion,
and end as poo and water fusion.
morning fruit
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O morning fruit of bowel’s rumble,
towards the s-bend’s curves you tumble,
you start out pure sphinctoid extrusion,
and end as poo and water fusion.