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I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.

The friendly embers warmer gleam,
The cone begins to drip ice cream.

Coniferous child, when vanilla melts
I’d rather it melted somewhere else.

Exit child with remains of cone.
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone,

Muttering spells like an angry Druid,
Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid.