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Sir, it's 2 p.m. and we're on a crowded city street... (Archive)
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All I wanted to do was go grocery shopping,
whereupon I saw a man whose pants were dropping.
I thought for sure there was no way,
until I had to avoid his urine spray.
To pee right on a public street with such ease!
Surely, this must be some new form of disease.
No shame in sight for this poor fellow --
I'm glad I moved before he turned my white shoes yellow.
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