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Dec 2020
My dad drove me there,
Well, he didn't mean to,
He drove me around the city,
It was a purple afternoon,
An orange hue consumed it all,
The sky ended up looking grotesque,
And, there it was,
The ice cream shop,
2006,
6 PM,
Grandpa drove me there,
He got a cone,
I got a small cup with three scoops,
The whole thing's now for sale,
Dilapidated,
It stands still.
Early memories will always haunt us...
Mikaela L
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Mikaela L  21/F/Anywhere, really
(21/F/Anywhere, really)   
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   Junior McIntyre
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