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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 
so I put on my hat,
buttoned up my coat,
made up an excuse,
and I politely 
walked away.
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