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the toilet was art
Did you go to the bathroom? Her mommy asked the girl.
I couldn’t, she told her. The toilet is prettier than a pink pearl.
So you could not use it? Her mother asked, askance.
Go see it yourself, said the girl, as she did the I-have-to-potty-dance.
The mother was astounded, for the toilet was art.
Created with mosaic tiles of amber, brown, stylish and smart.
I could not use it either, said her Mommy, Mrs. Chance
And she too began doing the notorious I-have-to-potty-dance.
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Caren Krutsinger
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