The man is coming down the street with his cart i can hear the bell ringing and i know he has the best ice cream all flavors all kinds from mother Mexico but i say different because my tongue is wild Meh-he-co it rolls off my tongue and the coconut ice cream is so creamy and sweet and no i have never seen the snow and i have never been far from the ocean where cali is my home but in my little glass snow globe snow falls in the flavor of creamy coconut, and lime, and cherry, and orange along with the sweetness of a jalisco soda and the sound of the ice cream cart and he walks past my house once again the snow starts to fall and so sweet it is
Reason for writing:
i'm sure snow is great, i just don't have a desire for the real snow.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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