GARLIC DAYS
When I was just a baby,
garlic filled the air.
Garlic, garlic, garlic,
garlic everywhere.
When I was just a toddler,
it was the case as well:
garlic, garlic, garlic,
was all that I could smell.
When I was somewhat older,
I thought it was a gift:
garlic, garlic, garlic,
in every breath I sniffed.
Those days are now behind me.
I wonder where they went?
But garlic, garlic, garlic,
remains my favorite scent.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 06-04-2010 at 09:09 AM.
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