You say I'm full of it Now enough, I quit Sat on my bench Spread your stench Flies buzzing around You just making sound Reading all the paper Then reused it later Now forever this is halted By nature I am bolted
Today I came across an abandoned house and this outhouse. I just start to write and see where the words take me. Perhaps I need to see somebody… Got to go, ha de Gött!
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UlleHaddock 
no, you’re fine, Ulle; I remember those outdoor dunnies from childhood spent at my uncle’s house, the one who was always away with the fairies 🙂
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Thank you. I see the fairies and listen to their tales. 🧚
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never stop listening, Ulle 🙂
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A poem about a dunny, now that Ulle, that is funny.
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😀👍
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