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Ice Cream Cone

Sitting here alone
With just an ice cream cone

Sucking at the side
With nothing to hide

A kid at heart
And no impart

No one to adhere
Ice cream from ear to ear

Licking up and down
Without so much as a frown

Like a boy so boisterous
Oh that creamy goodness
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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February 1, 2011 at 8:28 AM
Well it sure sounds yummy Robert.. a wonderful airy write full of fun and light hearted days coming soon with the Spring.. enjoyed ...and enjoy my friend with luv..
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