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 The ice cream truck Misc 6/14/2019
 A harbinger of rain Misc 4/7/2019
 Unaided Doubt  Misc 4/6/2019
 Just, wending your way home  Misc 4/6/2019
 Embryonic love  Misc 3/31/2019
 You Are My Light  Misc 3/31/2019
 What are you like?  Misc 12/13/2018
 'Garden The Light' Misc 12/13/2018
 An Additional Suit Of Armour Misc 12/13/2018
 The cyclones eye Misc 12/13/2018
 Cosmic Parasol Song Lyrics 12/9/2018
 Come and get it? Misc 11/30/2018
 An empty red pillar box Misc 11/30/2018
 Better than any lovers flower bouquet Misc 11/29/2018
 Just imagine  Misc 11/29/2018
 Waiting for winter Misc 11/19/2018
 Heart song Misc 11/19/2018
 When angels of the light and dark, dance Misc 11/19/2018
  No, I am not without love Misc 11/19/2018
 I promise to be fearlessly brave Misc 11/19/2018
 In the dead of night  Misc 11/19/2018
 Stolen days as an enchanted gardener Misc 11/19/2018
 A less than promising fate Misc 11/13/2018
 All that lies before your soul Misc 11/13/2018
 A Christmas Tree, Galleon Misc 11/12/2018
 Dispatched to a watery hereafter Misc 11/12/2018
 I who am Misc 10/26/2018
 Be sensible Misc 10/20/2018
 My favourite things Misc 10/20/2018
 Trapped in your beaming headlights Misc 10/20/2018
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The ice cream truck

The ice cream truck is approaching in the dark
My hearts beating, itís a long time till summer
Now is no time for interludes to the park
Parents wonít buy making my melodrama.

A taste of vanilla on my lolling tongue
I cry remembering Iím no longer four
Then Iím reminded by my motherís own bawl
Close your larynx or, youíll be sure to get hung.

The ice cream truck and it's whimsy music fade
And my motherís turned into an ice maiden
But when spring summer arrives in a cascade
Of falling rose blossom, sheís spoon laden.

With raspberry sauce; cheeks like rosy apples
She softens with the ice cream and cracks a smile
Breaking wafers; sprinkles giggles then rattles
With laughter begins to behave infantile.

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