...I am quite sure it would be the color of peanut butter and just as thick. Is that disgusting enough for you? I could go on. There is plenty of odoriferous inspiration sitting right next to me on the couch. Blech.
I think I will now try my hand at a bit of silliness which will take its form as a Haiku:
Keira, you smell bad.
But I love you anyway.
Your smile deceives me.
I giggle to myself and she sighs again. I question who is really getting the last laugh.
Richard
4 years ago
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Ask Dad about emissions! Whew! He (we) are now enlightened!
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