Pistachio Kitty
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I once held a dream
called green ice cream
the queen.
she was soft and a brat,
my little calico cat,
it seemed all my life
she redeemed.
now if I had the knack
to bring pussy cat back,
I'd give up my heart
and my soul.
for vanilla is fine
when you need to unwind,
and chocolate always is king.
but they don't make the scene,
pistachio is supreme,
and forever the dish I esteem.
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