There is no time like the present but no present like ice cream on a summer afternoon
with you beside me in the car and you in the back seat
well before the days of work life and strife,
when all that concerns us is chocolate or vanilla, leaving room for dinner
and all that’s to come.
Bill Pearse 
I like this poem. A lot!
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Thanks Robert, it’s just pure sweet I guess.
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I just sent SMS to my 35 y.o. professional boxer son, signing off Love. Bloody messenger wanted to attach all kinds of schmaltxy gifs.
I like your poem much more, Bill.
Cheers
DD
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Cheers my friend! 35 year old professional boxer, wow! Good job, dad! xo
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All that’s to come … as yet still mystery! Ice cream is a great choice for the now.
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Thanks Jazz! True enough.
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