I remember afternoons
when the air was
so warm you’d
sweat just sitting still
in the shade,
when happiness was
as simple as
listening for the hand-rung bell
that sounded the arrival of the
ice-cream man.
No-one outgrows potong ice-cream.
- 5 April 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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