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Someone on the subway’s playing a butt tuba, whoever this boob is, his flagellant notes stink. And when some, borrow or rob, panhandler gets off, I fine-tune my radar and sit next to the door. I switch to my doom mood as the farts continue, I can't tell if it’s a mister or a madam. Whoever's smelling like a bucket of dumb mud their pungent odor is worse than dog doo, good God! I should refer this to someone; it's hard to breathe it’s getting out of control, and dammit, I’m mad! When the awful smell follows me to street level I begin to question, is it, I? It is I! (A palindrome in each line) (Free Verse) 5/13/2018

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Date: 5/31/2018 1:53:00 PM
Wow you really rose to the challenge with this fine entry, Emile.
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Date: 6/1/2018 8:55:00 AM
Thank you Line, I appreciate your visits my friend, Emile.
Date: 5/13/2018 4:19:00 PM
hahaha. you really did a GREAT and humorous job of this. OH my, I hope just to do one at all but to make it funny was genius!
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Date: 5/13/2018 4:50:00 PM
Thanks Andrea, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.
Date: 5/13/2018 2:44:00 PM
Oh my word Emile. Too funny! Thanks for the laugh lol :)
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Date: 5/13/2018 3:14:00 PM
Thanks Heidi, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.