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Five minutes of poetry.

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I know the story
This poop
She made from buckwheat porridge,
From the pear
From a white hump
And a little poppy drying.

Inside it originated -
In the dark,
In my opaque
Empty
Belly.

She was lying
That quietly ran
Then I drove down sharp turns
But she was bored in the tunnels of the intestines.

- Rather, see the pot!
And then I wander in the dark
And I suffer very much from boredom.

They put me on a pot and -
R-time:
My mom and I are poop
In the toilet.

- Until!
Swim away!
Become a captain!
- Thank!
Swim!
I definitely will!