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Mar 2013
Slightly sweet cinnamon to tempt my taste buds,
Warm comfort found in breaded swirls, fresh,
from the oven to my plate, my lonely appetite to sate,
I won't eat them, those dozen all...at once,
It is too late at night and no time for stunts.
Ha Ha You want 'em!  I know it!
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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