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Dec 29, 2008
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Sequel
Sequel
Repulsive.
Putrid.
Hanging heavy,
As it chokes the air
of its own oxygen.
Just plain rank.
A dying skunk smells better.
My Husband runs from the room.
With tears flowing and a giggle -
I have won this battle.
But alas, the fart war continues!
Written by Tink 12/28/08 4:27pm
Repulsive.
Putrid.
Hanging heavy,
As it chokes the air
of its own oxygen.
Just plain rank.
A dying skunk smells better.
My Husband runs from the room.
With tears flowing and a giggle -
I have won this battle.
But alas, the fart war continues!
Written by Tink 12/28/08 4:27pm
— Tink, Dec 29, 2008
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Critiques
Ink Dragon
17 years 5 months ago
Tink,
Tink
17 years 5 months ago
Ink,
Ink Dragon
17 years 5 months ago
The "fart war"
Tink
17 years 5 months ago
No kidding...
Sinbadthesailorman
17 years 5 months ago
I was wondering and then I seen where ya live at
themoonman
17 years 5 months ago
Tink...
Race_9togo
17 years 5 months ago
RE: SEQUEL
Rett
17 years 5 months ago
AIR, gotta gasp have gasp air
infinite_dwarf
17 years 5 months ago
LOL!
Lonnie
17 years 5 months ago
Nice one, Tink!
weirdelf
17 years 5 months ago
[chuckling madly] I luuurve fart poems,
Aden Recreated
17 years 4 months ago
More chuckle, chuckle