When pacing the Street towards my old home,
I saw black smoke over Roofs being blown.
For the Ice Cream Van was aflame, Baking Hot!
As the Police were called they were soon on the Spot:
And preceded at once to lay out the Cones.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 17th, 2026 01:28
- Category: Unclassified
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