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Familiar Scent

A putrid smell is coming from that drawer!
I don't know what it is, but I know I've smelled it before.
The smell is oddly pleasing, this drawer I can't ignore.
It is at the end of the hall, far from prying eyes.
I grab the handle and pull, expecting to see my prize.
I can't pull it open, the lock keeps it closed
Even though there is no key, I must remain composed
I have a lock pick set! That should do the trick
I kneel down and insert the wrench and pick.
My supple wrist moves up and down, until I hear a click.
That was the first tumbler, I have three more to go.
Two more tumblers set!  I'm moving like a pro!
I am getting anxious now, soon I will see
What is producing this smell, that is enticing me
The final tumbler clicked!  The lock has been defeated!
The drawer has been opened, my mission has completed.
I look and I see quite a pleasant sight
The contents of this drawer, has just made my night!
I need to stop losing it!  This happens a lot.
I look in and discover, I finally found my pot!
Written by BlackHatMatt (Crimson-Prophecy)
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