Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Feel Like Kiwi Ice-Cream!


Ice-cream.....feel like ice-cream!
often in an ice cream state of mind
Ice-cream.....one of my states divine

strawberry fruit
strawberry fields
strawberry shortcake

reality kiwi ice-cream
would be favoured treats
dressed up in choice sauces?

rich kiwi creamy ice-cream
quality taste buds blowing mind
so many flavours to delight divine


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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