Ode to a Black Lab



Our dog enjoys a snack of flowers
Torn from a blooming springtime bower,
Then, once fermented several hours,
Scrambles our olfactory powers:
A scent-times-six that contradicts
The very nature of a flower. 


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  1. UnknownMarch 3, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    Love it! Have been the product of many of those olfactory powers many times! I'm a huge dog person.

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