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ponderous poetry for the hoi polloi

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Cinnamon Roll

Oh!

And for my brekkie,

You can be my cinnamon roll,

Pocket revolver and

Saccharine soldier,

Doing battle with my wisdom teeth,

Too foolish to avoid,

The freckle-faced ammonoid,

Which washed up on my

Schauss pink shores.

Brekkie

Lotus biscuit spread is not to be scoffed at.

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