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Oh little house outside my home, sitting out there all alone, the wooden chair on which I sit while I leave you with my shit. I hope you don't mind the smell because I know it stinks like hell. I'm glad you don't nag and gripe if I honestly forget to wipe. It's not so fun to leave my load inside your glorious commode. But you take it like a man, I see, when inside your hole I take a pee. You think there must be more than this whenever I have to take a piss. Oh outhouse, thanks for being chaste while I leave you with my waste.
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