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I Want Ice Cream Cone Shoes

I want ice cream cone shoes You mean like Neapolitan ice cream? No, I mean like turquoise ice cream. The color of Daddy’s 1957 Chevy. But ice cream cones shoes have not been invented yet. Neither has turquoise ice cream, grandma chimed in. Then I will invent them, the optimistic girl said. It took her fifty years, but she created ice cream shoes. They were turquoise, and they were a hit!

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Date: 5/4/2023 5:54:00 AM
Sounds delicious and that is one color I can take a bite of! Love your mind, my poetry Sis!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/4/2023 9:28:00 PM
I love that color too!

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