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We All Scream For Ice Cream

Icy, chilled on the ivory
melting in the harbor
from the tongues warmth
but forces cranial hypothermia
thoughts frozen solid, pain
escapes through cartilage
frozen treats adored but
dreaded from it entering
the gates but as it does 
residents scream for ice cream
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Cornwall Avatar
July 27, 2012 at 5:30 AM
congrats on feature ...patrick
Austin Avatar
July 23, 2012 at 11:47 AM
I suppose the image overcomes the discomfort. Shrug. Congrats on the selection. daver
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