Sweet Dream sickles

A pool of sweetness, like gloves coat my hands,

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runs off my tongue, onto my freckled chin.

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wasteful to wipe, so leave it where it lands,

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the days are playful, games have now begun.

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A rainbow taste of flavors , cool my skin,

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such taste my wanting lips, more icy treat.

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An ode be sung to good ol’ days again,

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no better way for a friend or two, to meet

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Toes flaunting naught, ‘tis time they hide no more,

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mud tells of secrets signs upon my feet.

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a tree oe’r pond, a rope doth for me swing,

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Into the water, shadows pull me deep.

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A day gone by remembered, a child’s fondest scenes,

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a world away revisited, awake in happy dreams

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