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Fair as me and sweet with glee, patterns as succulent and tasty
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love Something this good is totally undreamed of
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.