Strange Writing
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The Scent

In the old days

it was the smell

that gave them away

They couldn’t all hold on

some would always fall

and rot

on the ground

The scent is sweeter then you think

And it always gives them away

Nowadays we just corral them

People line up to take their pick

There’s no hunt

No chase

Just fill up a bag

take them home

chop them up

and serve them

baked in a buttery crust

They will still smell sweet


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