Open fields surround
Use its very profound
Taking out our waste
Hands move in haste
Odorous its interior is
Under our bottom’s kiss
Splash quick and leave
Enter for wanted relief
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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

8 thoughts on “Outhouse”

  1. This is very descriptive, Leo. Your under the bottom's kiss would definitely NOT BE NICE! I've had experience with those, we didn't have plumbing or electricity at home until I was five. After that we kept the outhouse.Sometimes we weren't so quick to leave. We had a two-seater and it was a quiet place to visit. Of course the door was shut…

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