Sprinkled in a Bowl of Midnight Blue,
Crispy Little Stars Await The Dawning Sun's
First Chilled Rays of Rich Cream Hue,
To Pour Upon...and Inundate Them...One by One
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What an interesting little diddy. to some end I am sure. Take your word for it. Read my - Mantra - Adeline