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Ice cream makes me believe that I am a child again.
And that I did something good, and getting a tip again.
But that memory feels like a long faded,
That part of the memory is long shaded.
Someday when it won’t rain again,
I will go run hug my father and will ask Ice cream again.
By Anshul Jain
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