Sugar.

It tastes like sugar,
Falling from the sky
Maybe God's a baker
But I don't know why
He only likes sugar
In certain dishes He prepares
Some don't like them,
The many great meals He shares.
But I for one
Love it
This sticky sweet gift
It reminds me of older times
Of wishes unwished.


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