His Own Mouth
He always minds to travel
To a stinky place,
Where a dirty smell,
Disturbs him.
And he always dislikes.
He likes to enjoy parties,
In an open space,
Where a natural freshness,
Always delivered by nature,
And he likes it.
But in the morning,
In front of the Mirror,
A bad smell touched him,
Astonishingly, he observed,
His own mouth was open.
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