Summer breezes
The soft wind blowing
The cool shade rises
There Sebby sits
Holding his ice potong
The look on his face
The smile says it all
“I am not going to miss it
I am going to taste
the cold melting icecream”
Under the shade he takes
A teasing pose
“I am not sharing with you
You can get your own in the
ice box”
Holding it steadily he
bites into it
The tasty ice melts in
quickly
Sebby eyes glow
And the happy face says it
all
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