There was a picture of loveliness,
All glistening copper,
Printed on your ice cream cone wrapper.
You liked the print, the swirls and sighs,
They caught the blues in your eyes
And swept them away.
But once you had taken the sweet, eaten the cone,
You noticed a tear in the print,
Blurred by a bit of melted sweetness.
Spoiled was your day,
Though quite thoroughly paved with good intentions.
And you threw it away.
You had meant to keep it forever.
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