Rush-For Melting Ice Cream
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Insects are eating the pulp of fruit-enjoying,
Survive in dark, seeing sun crying, dying,
For them their world is the fruit and nothing else,
I hope, we are not like those insects, dark dying,
We have senses to think, to dream-not hurting crying,
We are using it for the peace yet peace is a dream,
I don't know why and how-
Drop everything-what fuss, rush-for melting ice cream
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