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Sonnet Scented
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Sonnet Scented |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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The wind prevailed my nose assailed by the artificially pretty scent coming from my dryer vent. Gratefully upwind of dogs at bay, I breathe deep the prairie hay. Down along the river bend scene, can almost taste the scent of shaded green. I’m wafted by manure from too many cattle in a pasture. I’m soon blessed by sweet clover the next mile over. The fresh-black, hot asphalt is an unnatural odor assault. All the scents of the spectrum buzz my wind swept septum. I follow the wind where ever I please and then I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze… LGR©6/8/15 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! That's me, the sneezing part. At some point during the day I always begin sneezing. And when I sneeze I sneeze for a long time. Love the various scents which came to you as you traversed the land. Just enjoyed everything about this one . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
My muse was cookin' this up yesterday while I was writing Porches. ~L |
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