My daughter smelled
Farm
Sheep
Goats
Cows and a donkey
Shitting as we watched
My son
Who can't stand the smell of cooked chicken
Said
All he noticed
Was
The smell of life
The truth is
Of course
That they were both right
The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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