Here I sit in solemn bliss,
Listening to the sound of trickling piss.
Now and then a fart is heard,
Barking at a passing turd.
Here I sit in solemn bliss,
Listening to the sound of trickling piss.
Now and then a fart is heard,
Barking at a passing turd.
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