Golden kernels that dance with a crackle, transforming into fluffy clouds, a cinema's crunchy companion.

When you need to put a larger volume in a small opening reach for me. I’ll keep the flow consistent and contained. What a mess you’ll make if you’re rushing in haste and forget my existence.

I click in the dirt, kids trade me for fun, I cool palace halls, smooth under the sun.

I love these two D depictions of the Earth, And figuring out when they must have been made, A lot are after twenty eleven, since they have South Sudan, But before twenty eighteen, since they still show Swaziland

Used to run and have fun , without me your feet will runout of feeling every time walk outside the sun