Thursday, January 8, 2015

My eyes are shinning, 
Aspiring and designing,
A new future, a new suitor. 
Now it's not just a rumor.
Are you my new consumer?
How may I help you Sir? 
You know how to make me pur. 
Go ahead and touch my skin, 
Play me like a violin. 
Strum my fingerboard. 
Make us sing a common chord. 
I'll be your loved one,
If you promise to eat me like a cinnamon bun.
Yum, yum!

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