7 days
Monday, the smell of dark roasted coffee,
And the sweet taste of a crunchy toffee,
Tuesday, the smell of hot chamomile tea,
And the taste of focaccia and brie,
Wednesday, the smell of a cold, angry lime,
And the sour taste of lemonade with thyme,
Thursday, the smell of a cinnamon roll,
And the taste that feels so good for my soul,
Friday, the smell of forest and pine trees,
And the taste of jam and aged blue cheese,
Saturday, the smell of ripe raspberries,
And the taste of dry, sour, red cranberries,
Sunday, the smell of freshly cut wet dill,
And the taste of potatoes on the grill.
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