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the count gets the girl as it was intended to be
at the beginning
and the chorus sings behind them
and sitting there
I have a great desire to fart
but can’t
because the last thing that opera crowd can
understand
is
reality.

then
I can no longer contain it
and as the stink rises about me
heads turn
stare
as if   I were an inhuman
dolt
and I rise
exit through the aisle
but retain in memory
the enormous breasts of the ultra
soprano
so when I get back to my room
I can immediately
jack-
off.

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