7.25.2018

POEM : ODE TO WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS.

Dreamed a dream, a little dream.

A little dream with cold ice cream.

No, not ala mode cold
Ice cream with something fresh, not old.

Like apple, berry, something sweet.
Please, I beg, keep out the meat.

With that creamy ice I’d like to try
Nothing more than fresh warm peachy pie.

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