The
smelling pot
It
is quickly close it tight
It
is afraid it will pollute the air
By
doing so it is believe
But
the smell blowing by the wind
It
stinks into the homes and minds
There
is no stopping it now
It
takes too long to close the lid
People
begin to complain
How
it is unfair to get stuck in
There
is no explanation
Everyone
makes his 2 cents worth
The
smelling pot
Stuck
on the stove
The
dry liquid on it
It
tells a story
Once
it was boiling gold
It
made everyone happy
Now
it is the smelling pot
It
makes us cry in sorrow
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