Smell

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Smell

Smell
by Amy McKinley

What a gloious gift.
What an important gift.

We smell to detect 
We smell to protect
we smell sometimes 
we smell good times
We smelll bad times

Smelling helps us remember
Sometimes we want to forget.

We smell Christmas cookies
We smell Rookies
We smell alive plants
We smell dead rotting plants
We smell frawuent flowering plants

Sometimes to smell is comforting.
Sometimes to smell is infuriating.

Smells help us remember 
Smelling helps us cope
Smells bring us back
To days that we could cope.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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