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Please excuse the gas from my ass
It seems to happen whenever you pass
Then your face distorts and frowns
While my heart turns upside down
All I wish is to make you smile
But sadly you liken me to bile
I shall keep trying to hold it in
Until the day I make you grin

Posted by Richard Handley at 9:08 PM  

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.