I am here to stand up in the clouds
And are you ready saints, angels, and God
To eat the cinnamon heart that I made with fresh ingredients
And baked in the oven at home
Because I am coming and I will delivered the cinnanon heart just for You guys
But I beat that your stomachs are empty and also it is making a noise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............anything cinnamon is good.....enjoyed...