Whimsical, lovely, frigid. The swirls of flavors dance on my lips.
From lip to tongue, Tongue to throat, the coldness gently nips.
Cascading down my insides, The bit of bliss begins to melt. Cooling
down my tummy, Nothing so innocent have I felt. I let myself be
lost in the moment, For in that moment I was a child. The memories
of old came sweetly, Savoring the joy of nature's wild. I could
hear the hallelujah chorus! For with that peice of heavenly treat,
As the flavor burst with confidence on my tongue, I was a young
child again with not a worry to be beat.
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