My city smells of... the sizzling spring breezes of happiness My city smells of... the sizzling spring breezes of happiness

She is a beggar but she hardly asks. She is a beggar but she hardly asks.

WHY is it that the poet tells So little of the sense of smell? WHY is it that the poet tells So little of the sense of smell?

She is the light of the celestial sunflower. She is the light of the celestial sunflower.

There is some pain that we have smells. There is some pain that we have smells.

Breath smells like beer and punch and plaque. Breath smells like beer and punch and plaque.