No More Ice Cream

Walking slowly down the street

Ignoring the sun's blistering heat

An ice cream cone in my hand

To keep cool in this hot land

But then the ice cream falls

The splat echos off the walls

My day is ruined, I declare

Only to realize that I need not despair

For ice cream can be replaced

And this life experience I must embrace.

This poem is about: 
Me

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