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Sep 2017
Traveler Tim moved
with great pride,
dogs a prancing at his side,

Their two names were
Loki, banshee,
chased a skunk right up a tree.

Then it turn releasing scent.
They did stink and home dogs went.

Tim knew he must wash them now,
to release their smell enhow.

Next time he will watch with care,
to make skunks stay way from lair.
Dedicated to Tim Traveler
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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