Sorrow fills the air as you juggle the pots and pans of despair.
Cobwebs fill your mind, and the mood is sombre.
In amongst all the banging and clanging, you hear those words again.
“There’s no ice cream in the freezer“.
Those words
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Sorrow fills the air as you juggle the pots and pans of despair.
Cobwebs fill your mind, and the mood is sombre.
In amongst all the banging and clanging, you hear those words again.
“There’s no ice cream in the freezer“.
C & K 