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May 2015
I’m not sure
but sometimes
I’d rather be zoned,
just to feel like an ice cream cone
cold, down to the bone,
chill to the taste.
Ice cream isn’t a waste.
Colleen Harrington
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Colleen Harrington  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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