The key lime, lime, key grandeur
Of the snow cone day
Came back to me in dreaming
Of a summer day
And blackberry beading
And cranberry sway
Held forth in crystal frothing
On the humid quay
Oh flavors made in heaven
Oh quenching happy crunch
Im only going to have snow cones
From now on in my lunch.
Mary angela douglas1 april 2024
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