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Corn, little bits of yello, like little teeth,
They stick in your teeth if on a cob.
What the hell is a cob?
Does it have something to do with cobbler?
Apple pie, warm, sweet, hot, fresh,
The cliche smell of a grandmother.
Don't grandmothers smell of moth balls and old?
Old people houses smell of moth balls?
Fluttering white wings, like flying pieces of bread,
I bet it burns when they tap against the light.
Why is there light?
How was the sun created?
Was it made from atoms?
Do you think the word atom has any philological roots in the biblical Adam?
They stick in your teeth if on a cob.
What the hell is a cob?
Does it have something to do with cobbler?
Apple pie, warm, sweet, hot, fresh,
The cliche smell of a grandmother.
Don't grandmothers smell of moth balls and old?
Old people houses smell of moth balls?
Fluttering white wings, like flying pieces of bread,
I bet it burns when they tap against the light.
Why is there light?
How was the sun created?
Was it made from atoms?
Do you think the word atom has any philological roots in the biblical Adam?
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