(Ok, I know this is bad even for Doggerel, but please -- no emails)



	Little White Powdered Wonders
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	There very touch upon my fingers
	Can draw the joy from 'neath my soul.
	Their beauty found in snow driven white,
	And twisting through their tiny holes.

	Aroma light and subtley hits
	Ofactory and visual sense.
	Anticipation drawing in
	these pufs of joy as taste-buds tense.

	Ecstasy! A yelp of joy ensues!
	Saliva! Melting cake to goo!
	Sweetness! Rolls on lips and toungues!
	Donuts! Thou art my happy ones!