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Sweetness
I’ll fill my pants with chocolate,
And gladly bear the pain.
Smear my hair with maple syrup,
And never know the shame.
…dive into a pool of malted milk,
then barely try to float;
Stuff myself with cinnamon buns,
And devour a fudge-cicle boat.
I’ll eat a field of sugar cane
And think it’s kind of funny.
None of it is sweeter though,
Than the one I call my Honey.
