Ice Cream, You Scream, We All Scream For Ice Cream
Out in the sun
ice cream runs down
someone’s sad face
Fun will begin
once again, when
the chin is clean,
A few more dimes
just in time, will
buy nine more cones!
Ice cream for all
as we sprawl, in
the shawl of shade
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In honor of Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: "Than-Bauk"
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