Th@ M0ment When All The Toilette Training In The World Counts For Zero Poem by sean north

Th@ M0ment When All The Toilette Training In The World Counts For Zero



u a
mighty mouse

for a little
man

grain
of sand

and a
cold skin shedder

for some1s neva
fed hugh!

call me.
when we deader.

solid gold getter
trainednot2 bed wetter
ballcaughtupinthenettherehowwegethur

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