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Devoid of Life

Lysol, Fabreeze, Axe;
I have come to hate
all of these artificial
aromas that have formed
into being to cover
those fowl smells
of daily life.
They have taken
the odors of dirt
and grime to be replaced
by the stink of chemicals.
Life is supposed to be filthy
with mud and crud on your face;
the sanitary world will kill us.
Only thing worse than these
synthetic scnets are
fake flowers.

29 Sep 10

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I agree. An unusual subject that needs to be aired more if thats the right word. Good job
 — larrylark

amen brother bear, amen.

 — mandolyn

 — bear