Million's of color's on display
Million's of taste's to expect
Million's of fragrance's
Feast to the eye
Color's attractive; smell's sweet
Triggering the inner desire
To swallow in pieces
More, the taste bud's decides
Never the stomach nor hands
Never the eyes nor nose
Burden lies on Stomach
Working hard to dissolve
Blind are you! REALLY
Illusionized by the color's
Illusionized by the fragrance's
But never you fool your Stomach
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