Hemorrhoids
My hemorrhoids, it does not pass
sits in me and softly groaning
koogda sit myself stanayu
that I do not understand.
I can only lay
bury the pillow his face
and so passes every day
remember I about it.
That only costs me up
he will again make fun
fester inside me again
I always remember this word.
I tried to go to a surgeon
he told me: "I love you I'll cut"
home run and sat crying
again the question: Where are you, a candle?
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