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In summer's swelter,
Turds lie baking in the sun,
Yearning for rain's touch,
Cleansing droplets from above,
Refreshing the aroma.




In summer's swelter, Turds lie baking in the sun, Yearning for rain's touch, Cleansing droplets from above, Refreshing the aroma.
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