Ice Cream Man

Ring, ring,

bells chime,

the truck stops at the curb,

smiling man

dressed in white,

reaches deep into magical depths,

to retrieve a frozen treat,

just for me.

©annettealaine 2014

 

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2 thoughts on “Ice Cream Man

  1. My brother, in our boyhood, heard the bells and, in his rush to get inside and beg some cash from my parents, put his arm through the porch’s glass door and got himself about a million stitches…and no ice cream.

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