Oh my thing, that saves my pocket,
You give me strength and courage to finish you,
And not meant to be thrift.
Your aroma, your savor,
You're a little fetid but still appreciated.
Your flavor mongled in my palate,
It made me think of other fruits.
A root taste juxtaposes it with the mint and milk,
Which is a candy good for a kid.
The relish in the process is empyreal,
But somehow is infernal.
You somehow flirt me, but
This is not a form of adultery,
But I love you than other else,
Unique, different and empyreal.
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