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Sep 2014
My visit to the toilet bole
To my surprise in a welcome of behold
The Tidy Bole Man said no flush
I asked the question what if this was a rush?
The Tidy Bole Man just said to me in hush
This could become an argument in fuss
So when nature calls what will I do?
I am scratching my head because I have no clue
The Tidy Bole Man with a mind of his own
His answer being my puzzled look in shown
A Tidy Bole restricted seat
Well this tells me the Tidy Bole Man needs to be beat
The aftermath I should just retreat
But my spoken words of I shall return
Nature’s movement in precise will be my urn.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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