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Apr 2012
when i need a toilet,
i just sit down,
i might squeeze a ******,
but i also see brown.

then rip a leaf of paper
and flush it all down,
and i'm thinking of you as it spins around,
cause its ****, its **** its ****,
and you should eat it
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   Margrett Gold, --- and Brett Jones
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