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Italian Water Ice

During a sultry summer’s afternoon, when anyone can melt away and swoon, nothing can cool us off quite as nice as a generous helping of Italian water ice. Slaves of Roman emperors from ages ago, would trek into the mountains to gather snow. They brought it down to mix with fruit and honey. Thus, we have ambrosia that came to be. For most folks, it is a seasonal treat. Anytime in the summer, it is cool and sweet. With lots of different flavors galore, once you try some, you will be back for more. We are familiar with traditional lemon and cherry. However, have you tried mango and black raspberry? How about exotic Italian anisette? Wagering you will like them all is a safe bet.

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Date: 2/19/2012 3:56:00 PM
My mouth is watering just reading your poem!! Great job!
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Date: 2/19/2012 2:54:00 PM
I enjoy this poem and all the flavors. Thank you for writing this.
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Date: 2/18/2012 5:43:00 PM
I liked this, Robert. And I also liked that it taught me about the history of water ice, that far back? WOW! Imagine though the horrifying irony of those slaves trecking, thirsty, not able to have even a taste of the finished product? Nice write! Cyndi
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