I don't want your sweet potato pie
clouding up my scarlet eyes
I don't need your cinnam0n scent
obscuring my heavenly vent
I can't take your ruddy plains
messing with my passionate veins
I won't take any of your creamy notes
Enticing me to phantasmagorically float
............up.................
.................up...................
.....................up and away.........................
with you
in your lofty boat.
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