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Never once will this make you laugh
that rejected call of why before you cry
That distant queasy feeling that refused to lie
diarrhea behind that fart stacking sky high
That unmistakable smell beginning to loom
That quash that said your underwear has run out of room
the mad dash to the door your pride leaking from behind
need I say more Your not going back there to the end of time

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