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The sun smiles upon the exquisite earth,

On a tired thursday morning,

This is the kind of day,

That every child thinks is boring.



The flowers strech slowly towards the sky,

Animals scurry in the forest for food,

But in a park sits a little child,

Who was definately in a boring mood.



He sits quietly, scraching the hardwood bench,

Flakes sprinkle upon the ground,

The wind gently picks up the escaped pieces,

Like the petals of a lonly flower, They are scattered around,



A little girl sits beside the boy,

She giggles silently just to get his attention,

Girls have cooties, They are disaterous,

He would rather sit in detention.



She slowly moves towards him across the weak bench,

Her golden hair waves freely in the breeze,

Soft blue eyes look into the green of the boys,

The gentleness puts him at a little more ease.



Sitting beside a girl was discusting,

It was worse than anything in his imagination,

But there is something special about this little girl,

She must have gotton some kind of vaccination.



The sun beat down upon them as they sit quietly,

Suddenly the young boy jumps to his feet,

He digs into his pocket to find his clinging change,

It was time to find something cold to eat.



The little girl sits alone, she pouts to herself,

No attention was ever given to her by a boy,

So she stares at two squirrels that gently play,

It gives her heart a little joy.



Light steps of tiny feet, make their way,

To the bench where she was at,

As a hand crosses over her eyes,

Next to her, the boy gently sat.



He hands her an ice cream,

While he indulged himself in the one he had,

It wasn't a big ice cream cone,

But the boy could tell that she was glad.



The frozen mountain of heaven,

Slowly melts and runs down every trace of her finger,

She tries to lick it off but more follows,

And the heat continued to linger.



Soft chuckles fill the ears of the beautiful girl,

As she looks next to her, she starts to smile,

The boy had ice cream on the tip of his nose,

And was covered in it after a while.



Who would have ever thought that ice cream,

Could ever bring so much happiness to these children,

Sitting alone in a park laughing and giggling,

But it does over and over again.



A light crunch sounds as the girl finishes,

It was so good and it helped cool her down,

Her face was painted with the white cream,

Almost that of a circus clown.



She grabs the gentle hand of the boy,

As their fingers stick to each other,

They suddenly realize that,

They will forever be stuck together.



Now it's many years later,

Me and my wife has had kids forever it seems,

But as we look back in the past,

We still remeber the ice cream.