life's scoop

Life is like an ice cream truck
nothing ever comes by luck
it gives me a cone every day
at the same time in the same way
sometimes I like the flavors such as gorgeous grape
in love lemon, surprising strawberry but their are a few that I hate
such as tears tangarine and broken dream blueberriesI never choose these
the ice cream truck has 54 different flavors
and occasionally I can choose one
I have to eat it all till it's done
but ever so often the truck will give me a mystery flavor
it can be good it can be bad but it's something I must savor
one fateful day the ice cream truck will give me my last flavor
It's name is dark chocolately death
the flavor brought tears to my eyes
I didn't want to die
all the flavors I have tried
all the people who will cry
I don't remember what it taste like it's not in a shelf
I guess you will have to taste it for yourself

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