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Oct 2019
two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and there i took a leak
the couple behind me thought it was rude
and called out that it's sick

when you have to go, you have to go
i said on my last shake
both of you walk much too slow
not in a hurry to overtake

but then i let them pass me by
while up my pants i zipped
and took the road that was more dry
not the one where they both slipped
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Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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