Cookie dough,
Chips embedded,
Nuts enfolded,
The taste its own starburst,
Oven-warm,
The smile of every memory
That comes from such a taste.
THIS is the best
Ad, the best display,
The best memory,
Laughter, smile.
Show me, she says,
He remembers,
How you took that first bite,
That memory of innocence,
That first slurp of such joy
Of taste.
Decadent? No, purely
Richly, joy.
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