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874 · Oct 2010
It's Cheese
Salacious.
Succulent morsels of cheese. It's
a pleasure to
     devour you. Your flavor
is like a rainbow of taste, and the cauldron
of gold is infil-trating my taste buds like
water through a roof
                     on a day with no sunshine, like a child who just had his candy stolen from            him or her.                 My inner
def
enses shall be penetrated by thee, o great
cheese. It's
overcoming me with a rush of orgiastic, scrumptious, exuberant, flowery, exotic,
                                              squiggly joy.
Your texture is like a snow

-covered field as it runs like a deer
across my tongue, which        

       buzzes around my brain like a hornet around a child with ice
















cream.
By Clay, Isabel, Zeinah, Greg, and Jacob
Our Gift to a Child, and his or her World

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