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Breaking Wind

At first, I thought he had stepped on a frog,
but then I realized, thanks to a windy day,
that he had let one rip.

You can't see the wind, but you can feel it,
and now it had another characteristic,
I discovered.  You could smell it.

He seemed like a nice enough fella,
but just the same, I was a wee bit asthmatic,
so I put on my hat,

buttoned up my coat,
made up an excuse,
and I politely walked away.
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