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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My friends say this magnificent rose Gives off the most wonderful aroma of spring I am catching a scent somewhat obscure As yet no recognizable thing For I'm losing the sense Of smell in my nose Perhaps what I'm smelling Though peculiar and unselling Is this lovely flower This most fragrant rose Most likely it's the pasture Expelling natural gas Which is nostalgic and familiar With its hint of ammonia and pungent aroma But, I fear, even this shall pass There's the most angelic sound in the meadow nearby That is what my lovely neighbor conveys She jots down the melody with each bar and clef For I cannot hear it I am practically deaf But I do hear the shrill voice Of my neighbor's young lass Which is nostalgic and familiar Though disconcerting and frightful And never delightful I fear, even this shall pass The most beautiful creature stops at my house It arrives every day to feed This is just what I've heard To me it's all blurred For a new pair of glasses I need But I do see the glare From a bonfire of grass Which is nostalgic and familiar Though odious and weedy And noxiously seedy I fear, even this shall pass My neighbor is bringing a dinner she will baste Which others around highly praise The sensation for me is hardly a meal I have lost the better part of my taste But I savor the peppers She always brings me in mass Which are nostalgic and familiar Though indigestible and spicy And especially dicey I fear, even this shall pass I fondly remember my wife's gentle touch But this sense too I now lack If it weren't for the fall I'd have no sensation at all But, for these sharp piercing pains Down my back - Alas! Alas! While nostalgic and familiar And though crippling and painful It is nothing disdainful And I fear, even this shall pass Now when I'm gone all will be quite sublime I will have transcended to the sixth sense I will be free as a bird Free from the limits of time Reunited with the Lord of Providence
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