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The Rose
She is like the rose,
Full of beauty and so divine,
I wish this rose would be mine.
With all the secrets this rose has to hide,
I wish they would bloom outside.
With all my heart I hope she knows
On Restroom Wall
He who writes on shithouse walls
Rolls his shit into little balls
He who reads these words of grit
Eats those little balls of shit!
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