An Ounce Of Sweet
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Far too spicy for an ounce of sweet,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Hearing buttery speech you’ll infer
it’s much more than a sumptuous treat;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Not too much glut is what you prefer;
On this diet you’re able to cheat,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Somewhat of a high-end connoisseur,
their taste is on par with the elite;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
All natural, authentic, and pure
a label void of any deceit;
They are swirled with a magical purr;
Hit with a viral spike? Here’s the cure:
Keep it disarming and yet discreet.
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar,
they are swirled with a magical purr.
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