A jar of cookies
Stood there before me—
Just one crunch
Will turn me so happy
Yet unmoving,
The cookies looked greedy
A mouth waiting to be
So cluttered and messy
Just one bite,
Just one crunch
It is still gazing
Longing for a touch
There it lies,
So tasty and happy
It is now saying, please—
Bite me—
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