...and other stuff, but it's the popcorn mix I can't get enough of.
Phooey! Winter! Here's to warmer weather and keeping some artistic expression in what's too fast becoming just an online diary. Ewwwww.When it's summer over there take care
There's no rooms with air conditioning
No satellites, no costly things
Don't take an icy treat to eat
It will melt all over your hand and stick
And a tongue-depressor's no fun to lick
Now I'm living in this room of aggravation
I can't stand being where there's no dehumidification
So I'll build a boat of ice and float
To where summer's waters never soak
My popsicle
Because density's no bother
For the ice that floats on water
Is my popsicle
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