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thought I just heard the ice cream truck
seems as though it was a dream and I’m out of luck
visions of ice cream sandwiches and fudge bars
seems like yesterday but now only in my memoirs.

the repertoire  of bells ringing  out the sounds
where children scamper in leaps and bounds
saved up dimes to spend for some delights
spotting the colorful  truck with flashing lights

 Emery  McBain was indeed  a pleasant old soul
always on time for us on his afternoon roll,
he called us by name and knew what we liked
but his breath  told me his lemonade was spiked.

it was an ice cream parlor on a set of four wheels
a bygone  now as is the diner that still  appeals
lets us not forget the drive in theater  features
like the horror flicks and  the mud swamp creatures.

it was back then that us grown children  had our fun
a dime for a coke and a quarter for a hotdog and bun
is yesterday really gone and forgotten., just imagine it reappears
lets get together now and bring back those wonderful years.

so jump in the back of my GTO  and lets go  dance
this may take us back in time per chance
we’re going to rock at the classic  Blue Ox
stir up a milk shake, only a dime  for the jute box.

we spent the night shakin’ and rollin’  to the past
am sure we showed the younger gen who can last
those days we probably enjoyed most of all
ice cream at the curb to  stomping and the crawl

times like  those re vitalizes  the mind
when life gets old and memories fall behind
allow some time to take a stroll around
life was fun then and it can still  be  found.

those wonderful days still do exist
ease on back with a cranberry  twist
all you have to do now is dream

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