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It sat under the old Cottonwood tree in the shade
Before the house had "inside plumbing or running water"
Not the best, but all we had
Family owned and made
In the summer, it got a little hotter
Sometimes, you had to wait forever on old Grand Dad

In those days Castor Oil, was the sure cure for constipation
That was my grand mother's remedy, if that did not kill you, then came prune juice
I stayed skinny for many years
A running from her in the outhouse direction
She always kept us youngins loose
As a little kids she was one of my biggest fears

The fancy folks that lived up the road, had a "two seater"
I never could understand that at all
We just had the old standard one
Never was in one with a heater
A time for serenity, not a town meeting hall
Sometimes a place to hide from the Sun

Black Widow Spiders like to hide on the under side
Make sure you looked before you ever sat down
Or stomp them as they ran across the floor
Then one day we found our new pride
Got "inside plumbing and running water", we were uptown
Our outhouse never had a crescent  moon on the it's front door

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