| ANGEL FOOD |
| if the mattress was a table top and the bedsheet was a page we'd be written out like a couple of question marks my convex to your concave we'd be lying here at the end of a sentence that asks are you ready now are you gonna glow in the dark are you gonna show me how do you like to watch when water misbehaves do you like waves as the wind shifts and sifts again the sail smiles and gently slas around the mast ballast ballast ballast when you come to me come to me with cake in your pocket come to me nicely with that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing come to me ready and rude bring me angel food angel food |
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