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DAIRY CREAM
Which way are we going? Which way
will we turn?
Onto the highway we went now we
may soon learn
Where we are going is just to find a
special ice cream,
When they close for the season it’s for
what we all dream.
Rich and creamy, silky soft, a taste we
all would die for,
And the thickest milkshakes with fresh
fruits galore.
DAIRY CREAM they call themselves, known
far and wide,
A treasure trove of goodies that is very
hard to hide.
Come, follow us, we will not lead you
far astray,
You’ll taste the best ice cream that
ever came your way.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 March 2005