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Of all things material,
I choose you to fill my bowl,
You complete my soul,
you make me feel imperial.

of all the things i love,
you are my favorite in the morn.
you make me glad i was born,
as your sensations surely came from above,

some times i think you’re fake,
even though you make me full.
This may sound dull,
But i love you Frosted Flakes.