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When You’ve Got to Go…

Here I sit, morose and tense,
In mortal dread and great suspense.
My heart is filled with grim foreboding.
Will my toilet be exploding?
Maybe not, but odds are bleak.
It’s quite a crap shoot, so to speak!
As Mozart quipped in times long past,
Must this movement be my last?

 

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