Childhood Memoirs

What a blessed childhood,
Growing up in the extensions,
No planning is required,
When your turn comes, you come,
All that stares at you are the deficit necessity,
Sewage spreads like wild fire,
A truce is set forth between the sewage and I,
Water hardly visits here,
Lives one to wonder,
How many flushes today?

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