Eating a cornucopia like a ram's horn trumpeting Shofar filled with frolicking festive fruits, overflowing, dripping down, sliding off, tipping over, swinging back and forth, flying upside down and upright, a fiesta full of candies, sweetness on our lips, the same taste as you tongue the roof of your mouth, a waterfall of swimmingly shooting out chocolate, syrupy brown sugar mixed with white sugar, confectioners sugar, white like snow, a snowfall mixed with pure newly made fresh golden-yellow chunky then melted cow's beautiful butter, cottage cheese under a cheesecloth to be spread over fruit dumplings the native food of the Czech Republic, a Kosher fruit and breaded dumpling, no meats, instead fruits and sugar.
Pop a pop into your mouth, digest it, licking your lips and fingertips, a chocolate Dove Bar, a white chocolate white Dove Bar, doves mixing together white and brown in color, only one taste, a sweet taste, a taste to never forget...
The taste of your fingertips touching your hand washing water before and after you eat.
A white chocolate Dove bird flying away to its home satisfied after a good meal. To laugh after you eat and to sing after you eat, happily sated, all desires fulfilled.
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