Ice Cream
She licked me like an ice cream cone
Then I sent her home to mother
Dont ask me what she did today
Just ask me if I love her
Then I sent her home to mother
Dont ask me what she did today
Just ask me if I love her
Ice Cream
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Rain | 3 | 11/11/2008 |
Black Lilly | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
Fast Lane | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
Ice Cream | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
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