Notes About The Poem
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Her Superpower
I smell a mountain goat she says
halfway through our wild walk.
Sure you do I almost gloat,
I won't indulge such silly talk.
But, sure enough 'round that next curve
it's standing there and looks at me as if to say
Hey there Bud, you've got some nerve,
and I ...
I do not doubt her sense of smell unto this very day!
Inspired by a photo and commentary at Scot Rubey Photography on Facebook
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