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Smooth and soft,
Like dough in my hands.

Cold yet sometimes so warm
So small yet so much.

The way you're so easy to spread,
You're an obsession that I must use daily.

Doesn't matter the time of day or night,
I can always depend on you to be there.

Your fair light yellow...
Light Yellow!?
Wait! This is margarine!!

I can't believe it's not butter.
Haha was making toast
Helen Jun 2015
that's the
question
asked of
a time or
two, while
sipping from
a glass poured
for me  and you
what's at the end
of the bottle or of
the glass? I  do not
know and it seems
rude to ask. I hope
we don't drink  to
glass breaking in
reality, or try to
see the truth of
you, and me

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