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Comments about Henry Thomas
the anus, tight and chapped by cold,
clutches the turd determinedly,
resisting the attempts of the rectum,
the contraction of the anal canal.
my entire body hot from effort,
save for the anus,
I sit grunting, red-faced,
howling through the icy night,
pleading with the gods.