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In the meadow so green, where flowers abound,

Lived Vito the skunk, a fragrance-lover profound.

Roses and daisies, their scents he’d explore,

Lilies and lavender, his heart they’d adore.

With each passing day, through the meadow he’d roam,

Sniffing the blossoms, each fragrance his own.

The air filled with perfumes, enchanting and rare,

Vito reveled in floral scents beyond compare.

Roses so velvety, their scent oh so sweet,

Daisies so delicate, a fragrance pure and neat.

Lilies so elegant, their aroma divine,

Lavender so soothing, like a calming wine.

For Vito, the skunk, the world was a delight,

With fragrances dancing, filling him with pure light.

He cherished each flower, embraced their sweet smell,

In the meadow so lush, where floral stories would dwell.