In your mix,
You miss flavor.
With a leaving of your 'A' game.
In your mix,
You miss flavor.
You should have stayed there with it.
Half stepping gets you whipped,
Kissing dust.
From winds you stirred up.
But...
In your mix,
The taste of flavor is missing.
None there is offered,
As a wish to be nibbled.
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