Hungry, you are, away from my eyes,
I can feel those emotions of emptiness,
Far ,though,I may seem to you,
Your feelings don't fade into nothingness,
O,beautiful garlic clove,
I can't wait to unwrap,
The goodness that you keep,
Far and wide,I search for you,
And buy you,expensive or cheap,
To spread you gently on toasted bread,
For,her hunger is something that I dread,
So ,please oblige and let me spread,
The goodness that you always bring,
The satisfaction of her soul,
Before her smile turns into a frown,
On that witty and ever so pretty head,
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