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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

More Ice Cream


My father drives an ice cream cart
he pedals through the street.
He sings out loud, “Cold ice cream bars,”
to everyone he meets.

I know how I can help him
as he pedals past the cars,
I’ll hand out paper napkins
for those drippy ice cream bars.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Joy,

    Happy memories. Yummy treats! Great relief on hot days. Nice of the child to help.

    Linda A.