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Sears and Roebuck catalogs were sent.
Some of the pages were crumpled and in the outhouse they went.
The outhouse usually had a moon cut out in the door,
I still don't know what this symbol was for.
Lots of them had two seats and a lock,
And were grown up around by tall hollyhocks,
Some had a one-seater and some a two-holer,
If you had money you had toilet paper on a roller.
I can remember my outhouse from my past time,
I remember shoveling it out and dusting it with lime.
In the summer it was hot with many flies and bad smell,
In the winter it was a long walk and was colder than hell.

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