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Sometimes life is funny
In the way our paths will cross.
Two men in adjoining crappers
Only One can be the boss.
Dualing crapping banjos
an orafactory fury they unleash
just then in walk some people
Unprepared for this stink beast.
Awkward shuffles all around
I hear an old man mutter, underneath his breath.
"how'd we get so lucky?,
better check those stalls for death".
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