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This is not a spoon

Echoes of innocence
Stir at its sight.
Jelly and icecream
And my delight.

Of days of play
And summer’s light.
Clowning around
And all things right.

This is in response to ‘not a prompt’ from dverse – thank you fine blogger! My this is not… is a spoon from my childhood.

For my American friends Jelly in the UK is a pudding best served with ice cream 🤤