What's it say, said she,
and I said it says toxic,
that we're going to die.
And we did not, we did not,
out where the retirees live.
Why this path, said I,
and she said it's probably
plumbing or something.
Sewage covered with some grass,
out where the retirees live.
The next line's seven,
The one before this was five,
did she want haikus?
And she did not, she did not,
out where the retirees live.
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