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It is a poem about bad smells and what they make you do. |
| Bad smells are bad, Some make you so sad, They will sometimes make you, Cry, Cry, Cry, Because it is so bad, That you can feel the smell, In your eyes. It is as bad as an onion, Because once you open an onion You can't close it back. And once you start crying, You will not be able to stop again. |