WET WIPES

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            If you're going camping
            For any length of time
            The weather may be grotty
            Or even quite sublime
            Whichever it turns out to be
            There's always something there
            To dull your odours personal
            And leave you time to spare.

            Wet wipes are a gift from God
            They cleanse away your sin
            Always there to help you out
            Whatever state you're in
            Life may get quite heavy
            Your sin may pong a bit
            Reach for holy wet wipes
            See the stain of darkness quit.