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I smell a smell;

It’s foul like hell;

It’s rich and dry;

It makes me cry.

The smell is strong;

Been there for long.

The smell of scam;

I ate with ham.

The smell of lies,

I told my wife;

The smell of crimes,

I do sometimes.—

The smell of foe;

The smell of woe;

The smell’s unfair;

The smell is rare.

No midnight fun;

No fire, no gun!

All are gone,

But the smell is on. —

Bespoke is suit,

Bespoke are shoes,

With Bovet3 watch,

Expensive scotch!

I doubt myself;

Any scent can’t help.

Macabre! Deep!

The smell’s in me.

Parvez Kumar