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LynnD's avatar

I was a little too old, had gained a few pounds,

Wore elastic waist pants that were loose all around.

It was a block of cheese with luscious eyes,

With a smell of it's own, almost make you cry.

Almost make you cry.

There in the kitchen, my knife at the ready

On the cutting board, I held it steady.

Consuming cheese to chase my blues...

Now strugglin' with the night poops.

Trying to gets my constipated bowels to move.

Strugglin' with those night poops.

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I love it when my home state gets a shout out, even if it’s for “night poops”.

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