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Vanilla Ice Cream
It burned my little petal
But the gun was cold on my face
I was not afraid
I was in another place
My imagination escaped
I ran through fields of flowers
Catching butterflies and smelling daffodils
I blew bubbles slowly into the air
Chased the dog across the yard
I had a vanilla ice cream and it was just right
The sun was warm against my skin
I was not inside a cage
But the gun was cold on my face
I was not afraid
I was in another place
My imagination escaped
I ran through fields of flowers
Catching butterflies and smelling daffodils
I blew bubbles slowly into the air
Chased the dog across the yard
I had a vanilla ice cream and it was just right
The sun was warm against my skin
I was not inside a cage
Published 10th May 2013
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10th May 2013 2:47am
I really took a bit of a thrilling pleasure in this piece. Very strong ending, and good write.
10th May 2013 3:40pm
I had a vanilla ice cream and it was just right
The sun was warm against my skin
...perfect :)
The sun was warm against my skin
...perfect :)
