Ice Cream
By birksy
Eating an ice cream, in the sun, mind you don’t burn your neck, it’s too hot almost to walk to the bus, the sky’s so blue. Then the ice-cream’s gone, but the sun still glows, I’ve no more reason to sit here, the wife of a man kisses him and they quietly walk the street. They quietly walk the street. Written July 17th, 1999 © on Jan 04 2002 08:40 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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