Gra pa!
I ate cotton candy,
it looked like
a full-blossomed rose,
...
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A great poem with some mystical touch---A cotton candy hung over me - idiots call it death. Come down candy, so I know you are a rose that never existed at all anywhere, other than in the forebodings of fools on an unfortunate globe
comparing cotton candy to death is an innovative thought indeed..Beautifully expressed.Enjoyed reading.Long tine since I have heard from you.Hope everything is fine with you.