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We all scream for ice cream
Drag the bag,
Across the floor,
To the freezer,
Open the door,
It’s dripping blood,
And is just dead weight,
The bag will fit,
In that empty crate,
The frozen temp,
Will give me time,
When I hear,
The front door chime,
An order for,
Strawberry ice cream,
A treat so good,
It’ll make you scream.
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