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Ice Cream
What started out as such a dream,
a chocolate-chip-two-scoop-ice-cream,
has gone all wrong, I must confess,
and turned into an awful mess.
I ordered it to meet my wish,
two scoops, no toppings, in a dish.
I really didn't want a topping,
especially not this sea gull dropping.
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