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Each a different taste
To suit certain tastes

Mine’s a sherbet (bert) swirl
Of orange red and green

It’s the one left over
When the buckets of
Cookie dough and Moose Tracks
Have been picked clean

The trick is to eat it
Before it melts away

Before you’re left
With a muddy puddle
Of sugar and

Fruit juice

Either way, I’ll still eat it

Mother always said
It’s a shame to waste

I wonder if she would feel the same
If I told her it was me

Wasting away

31 Flavors
Wasting away