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It´s the small things that matters

As to me, are you thee
You could be, my sizzling bee
So say deter, why silky fur
If winged were, in jagged blur
This tardy hour, oh breezy shower
Flourishing bower, oceans of flower
So briefly dine, their honey whine
A tasty fine, to arduous shrine
The beauty chant, prize it grant
Thy silly plant, be gracious aunt

Bethink it all, your truest call
The greatest mall, you may stall.

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