Tongue spirals the creamy whip, up to its tip.
Lips enclosing fruit, expose sweet juice.
Feel the ice cream take pleasure in giving pleasure.
Fulfilling purpose fully.
Twin scoops sharing — living, loving this moment.
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This blog was mainly about my time living in Madrid and my return to London
in 2010. I will not be updating or adding to it from March 2013.
I have started...
13 years ago
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I have been tweaking this for three days. It may not be ready, but I can't hold it back any longer.
It melts in you moouth... well how does it follow so effortlessly the Camden experience?
sorry, mouth
i nearly blushed
I can't believe how cryptic churns (ha ha) out these poems...
Chalk it up to experience. Remember, I have also worked as a Mr Whippy salesman.
Are you wearing the waitress outfit, Annie?
No reaction from Debbie yet...
Sorry, should I leave the room?...
Oh, Ewa, what did you say that you had to remove it?
Nothing topica, I'm afraid... Asked you whether you have been to see the mice recently, as I have written you a rather long reply there; only that the comment got posted after annie's.
I have attempted to whip it into shape. Any further comments on the slimmer version?
This is much more successful David, much better. I think it works very well.
Amazing. Hasn't melted yet.
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