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my old telephone,

made out of gingerbread

and glittering with sugar powder,

is quietly awaiting,

for a call;

until then,

he will sleep

in a world

where communication

is made available through

recipes,

of the sweetest taste,

baked

in the mellow sun,

which always descends

over the edge of the planet,

in his mighty

and orange-red

appearance.