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Ice Cream
ICE CREAM
Freshly scooped, slow churned.
No melty bits (or I gag).
First bite of summer a shock to the tongue.
Tingly, shivery, joyous sensations.
French vanilla next to apple roses,
A sprinkling of cinnamon on top.
Or a generous scoop in a waffle cone,
Lemon, lavender, and poppyseeds delights.
Ice cream is also a cookie of a cat,
Lord Maximus Fluffybutt was his name.
He went over the kitty rainbow,
Taking his furry love far away.
30-day poems with @beausia
TMD 4/11/24 Ice Cream
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