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Frozen in Time

Does not matter who you are

Nor if you’re old or young

There’s something that cannot replace

The joy of cold on tongue

A drippy melting ice cream cone

Devoured in summer’s heat

It harkens back to childhood days

Of much desired treats

Running when you heard that tune

What craze those bells did foment

Sweaty palms clutched precious coins

Hard saved for just this moment

A ritual of childhood bliss

Returns with every lick

The crumple of that wrapper and

The gnaw on wooden stick

And though I’m getting on with age

I will not lose delight

Indulging in those chilly sweets

Good thoughts in every bite

Those memories like summer wane

We need to stash and savour

It makes me long for simpler times Wish nostalgia were a flavour…

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