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Why does no–one else complain?They’ve moved the public loos again.
 Why is it I’m arrested
 when I ensure these things are tested?
 
“This be no bog”, the coppers cry;“Then what’s that sign, up there,” I sigh,
 “and since you’re here please tell me why
 they never print the letter ‘I’?”
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