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3d
Airing out ***** laundry,
is in turn, walking on a thin line —  

The very line where those garments dangle;
but let a gentle breeze stir up, and suddenly,
That foul scent rushes back to you, and starts
to assault your nose,

Catching you off guard, and before
you know it!

Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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