The Cake Speaks ……

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I‘ m not yor daily of bread,

ner rolls that rise dawn,

instead,

I am the coke,

with flair and grace,

a sweet delight,

a warm embrace,

With crem that swells and trutis that shine,

 

,I tempt the young,

the olt, divine.

One spoon ful starts a gentte flight,

a journey born of pure delight.

 

I am a memory,

rich and depp,

a taste wehre dreams and moments slepp.

And those who share me,

heart to heart,

know,

joy can mell before it parts.

DS.BS

17.07.2025

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