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convenience
that old Amsterdam Pissoir
not exactly a thing of beauty
standing whatever the day
bravely carrying out its duty
to help relieve a burden
urgent wherever you are
nothing quite like that old
Amsterdam street Pissoir
now the conventional loo
is at times a veritable hell
surrounded as you can be
with that rather pungent smell
all hail those City fathers
for not replacing with the new
there's something rather poignant
about passing water with a view
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