the ice cream
" Daddy?" I asked,
" Fine lets go" he said.
I gave a victorious smile as we got in the car,
We went to the ice cream vendor,
For the ice cream my father paid.
The sweet drop of joy,
Trickled down my hand,
As I ate the ice cream,
Near the red ice cream stand,
And that meant summer had come...
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Summer Memories Collection
PoetryAn ongoing collection of Summer thoughts and Memories from our amazing Family of Pubbers.
