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Apr 2017
De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de de.
Run for your ices, lollies and cones,
for a sound that is cold and
sends chills through my bones,
how can a person
be left so sad and alone
feeling frozen in time?
Ice- Cream Man!
You lie!
De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de die.
No offence to ice-cream or men or anyone who sells them.
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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   Lady Misfortune, kim and Mack
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