Rain down the well
And I am in the street
Wet wind and chill
Witnessing my feat
Two scoops of black
And a scoop of white
Vanish in a blink
As I whistle in the night
And now the price to pay
(And I tremble with a groan)
Is my soul now chilled
By an ice cream cone
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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