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Through the cords and under the desk
A spider’s graveyard I have found
Their little corpses tangled there
Amongst the dust and cobweb hair
On their backs they do lie
With their legs in reaching high
How long they’ve been there I know not
...Let someone else clean up that lot ;)
There’s never enough time in all the day
For me to create all my dreams away
Since my dreams are full of sugary things
Sweet frosting's and icings and meringue toppings
Oh how could I forget my favorite part?
All the beautiful chocolate art
From milk to dark to milky white
The possibilities are endless but rarely see the light.
There’s so many flavors that everyone can savor
How about the styles?
That list could go on for a while
One day I’ll be able to create all I wish
And as long as I don’t eat it I’ll still be a dish.

— The End —