Ice cream...
why is my night devoid of ice cream?
Oh cruel world,
you, that spits in my eye -
with your fist curled,
jeering at me as the hours pass by.
Me, oh my: perchance to dream.
Someone give me ice cream.
Isn't my poetry so fucking deep and meaningful and moving... What? Don't look at me that way? It's 1 in the morning here :P
-o0o-
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