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The Devil is in the Ice Cream

Despite the chill in the air Silky, smooth rivulets of cream Slide between my fingers that Clutch the sugar cone. My palm feels the ticklish, sticky Drip, drip onto my shirt, my shoes The unappreciative cold sidewalk. My eyes moisten … Continue reading

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