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Waiting eagerly in line,I can see,

all the other kids in front of me.

I`ve got a few pennies stuck in my pocket,

I really wish I hadn`t broken my brother`s rocket.

But that was ages ago,at least half an hour,

now all I`m waiting for is to devour,

the think that I`ve been waiting for...

Uh oh,Mum`s just come out the front door,

and I`m sure she is searching for me.

But it can`t be time for tea !

She`s not looking very happy,

maybe my little sister has a smelly nappy.

I`m almost at the front of the line,

What shall I get an Oyster or a 99?

Now I can see my brother,he`s been crying,

As soon as I get my ice cream I`ll be flying..

round the corner as fast as I can.

"Gary !! come here young man"

my mum shouts at me....

Oh well...there goes the ice cream and probably my tea.

The wise man as he travels through life enjoys the scenery to either side,since he knows he will not come this way again.The road ahead winds back and forth,over the hills and far away,and who knows where it will lead?

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