I love the smell of fresh-cut grass
and roses down the lane.
I love the smell of baby toes,
'though grown-up... Not the same.
I love the smell of bar-b-que
while cooking on the grill.
And, ahh, the scent, my man's cologne
still gives me thing'ling thrill.
I think of fresh baked bread and, oh,
the mem'ries that it brings.
The inside of old, antique cars
still plucks at my heart's strings.
And, no, not all scents are pleasant -
my trashcan will attest
when I have left it sit too long
and it starts growing pests!
But what a gift, this sense of smell
and all that it includes!
It's like a miracle to me,
the things it can compute!
My nose may be a bit too big...
but that's okay by me.
It's better big than not at all,
on that, you must agree!
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