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To taste it, wet, upon my tongue
To know it’s there upon my lips
This treat so great, I can’t define
It’s one I wish upon my hips
Moist and sweet, it shall be mine
It calls to me, I can’t refuse
My heart beats faster, so inclined
No nourishment of it to use
But yet, consume, I shall indeed
Partake of it most every night
For with it then my love is freed
I take of it for sheer delight
Oh, to be addicted to Ice Cream!
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Regis