That small line of dirt

Dear small line of dirt that won’t go into the dustpan, you remind me of wiping my arse.  You know, wiping my arse when it’s like I’ve got a Sharpie pen stuck up it, and despite how much I wipe there’s still more with each next wipe until I’ve used up all the available paper. As it is with that small line of dirt.

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