i was strolling along with loving thoughts of you
how to capture the moments to a quinzaine or villanelle
the air was crisp, the sky was azure blue
the street was serene only the sound of a lonely church bell
when i stepped in a blob of dog poop, what a rancid smell!
i raised my shoe, and grimaced my face
continued on in my amusement, oh what the hell!
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