My elder sister offers me an "atom bomb",
She has just come from the temple,
The "atom bomb" stirs memory and desire,
It is not of the kind that devastated,
Nagasaki and Hiroshima,
But a sweetening delicacy,
We all brothers and sisters,
Love to share,
When brought from the local sweetmeat vendor,
Amid all the noise and cacophony of the area around!
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