an ode
when she is around, i know that she is near
when she is away, i dream that she is neat
the day brings her smell in the air
the night brings her warmth 'neath my sheets
oh gaseous cloud, you are like art
oh puff of stench, you are a fart.
you're welcome
- jared and calvin unite.
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