My nose hairs burning
He smells up the room again
Smells like rotten eggs.
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Bruno has foul farts
The smell almost stops our hearts
Old dog can't help it.
By Falls From Tree
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I remember days
You were young and on the go
You smelled up the tent.
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Open the window
It's twenty-seven degrees
But we need sweet air.
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