The morning sun,
And dawning light;
The fullest moon,
That shines so bright.
The perfect cone,
And largest ocean;
The final bloom,
Of the cherry blossom.
The luscious choc,
And creamiest ice;
Butter, nut, cookie,
Baked, frost and slice.
All of these,
What people see;
When they meet you,
From nine 'til three.
What people say,
It doesn't matter;
For you are you,
Unlike any other.
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