Ice Cream
She licked me like an ice cream cone
Then I sent her home to mother
Dont ask me what she did today
Just ask me if I love her
Then I sent her home to mother
Dont ask me what she did today
Just ask me if I love her
Ice Cream
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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Rain | 3 | 11/11/2008 |
Black Lilly | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
Fast Lane | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
Ice Cream | 1 | 11/07/2008 |
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