Hazy candy store blues
with candid lazy attitudes
and sickly sweet stumps stalked high
Is where I first fell in love
a truffle for my mother
a treat for my crazy brother
Icing on the roof as we sat aloof
sweet scents of clove
and
a wood burning stove
churning in a choice strokes
as we built Gingerbread houses
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