The smell of an orange reminds me of nothing.
The sound of a car reminds me of nothing.
The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum,
It doesn't evoke a thing to me,
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The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum,
It doesn't evoke a thing to me,
I'm a foetus, Carol.
It's a poem lovely and witty.
Thanks for the sharing.
10+++
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The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum, It doesn't evoke a thing to me, I'm a foetus, Carol. It's a poem lovely and witty. Thanks for the sharing. 10+++