Ice Ice Ice Cream
By Green Peace
Heat heat all around
Summer only found
Waters dried, souls parched, thirsty tongues
Creamy chocolates, ice- creams in full swing throng
Ice-cream cold, colder, coldest
Pal of every child, till the oldest.
Cools down the warmth, the hotness the suffocation
Of the pauper and the monarch, the largess benediction
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