While asleep, sighted in huge fields, candy corn, sweets to eat, by feats prepared by work beats, bending a breeze, buds, emerging scents out, smelling these bounties of meats.
A stream of dark flowing chocolate, waiting in boats' Milk Duds, having fears of being late hoping, shedding drop tears, found, for years each, a chosen lifetime love wanted mate.
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