Ice Cream - Poem by Green Peace
The ice of all heat.
The poor and old's treat
Every child's dream
Colourless ideas, no distinction
The same ice-cream caravan but,
The white, fluffy soft ice
Be it of high or low price
The passion escalates, absorbs the scorching irritability
Ever new, ever fun filled, ever transient reality
Temperature increases, ice melts-
Life's like ice and cream taste varies
Moulds so brief, so apt, so deft.
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