O stinking log fresh from my arse,
to deny your stench would be a farce,
your horrid putrid evil reek,
leaves my nasal region weak.
evil reek
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O stinking log fresh from my arse,
to deny your stench would be a farce,
your horrid putrid evil reek,
leaves my nasal region weak.