Ice cream, icy cold, on a hot day
Through my parched throat, it makes its way
Ironing my throat with a lump of cold
In my mouth the taste does hold
The milky substance tickling my throat
Going slowly like a very slow boat
In my stomach, I need more Ice Cream
Sad to say! All of this was just a dream
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/
Love the cone, too!
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Beautiful poem.
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Not yet, it's still a little cool for ice cream, but looks yummy!
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