Divine Ice Cream Melts In A Poor Girl's Dream? - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A charming poor girl asked from her blind mother;
'Mom! I like to taste an ice cream
Is that the same flavour of our hot tears? '
Then her sickly aged father replied;
'No my little parakeet daughter
Rich they sing in their new tune
it's a fruity taste in heaven
Who knows? '
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