The Pickle
I love the smell
Of a dill pickle
It reminds me of
Living in the country
On a scorching hot day
With me sitting in
My rocking chair
Taking a big bite into it
As the pickle juice runs
Down the side of
My mouth and ends
Up all over my clothes
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