Ice Cream

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    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

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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