Ice Cream

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I look up at the sky.
And try to understand why.
I look down at the ground.
To see my ice cream and frowned.
It was my favorite kind of ice cream.
I had it last night in my dream.
I was excited to have it today.
But forgot about it when this girl ran my way.

And as she ran past.
I had to think real fast.
I took a step back.
To get off the track.
But I slipped and fell on my ass.
And saw a pair of shoes stop in the grass.
I hear the cutest giggle ever.
So I look up and it's her.

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