there is joy
beyond measure
in the small treasure
of a cone
two scoops
of sugared milk
minted
with chunks of dark
chocolate.
let the world go by.
let the cities
burn,
let the oceans rise
and flood
the land.
no worries we have
this cone,
this ice cream,
this cold melting joy
within
in our hand.
beyond measure
in the small treasure
of a cone
two scoops
of sugared milk
minted
with chunks of dark
chocolate.
let the world go by.
let the cities
burn,
let the oceans rise
and flood
the land.
no worries we have
this cone,
this ice cream,
this cold melting joy
within
in our hand.
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