Whatever might be an ethereal slushy
A sodden spirit
A soggy specter
A soaked ancestor of your second cousin
Or perhaps
An inconsequential snowcone
A wispy snowball
The ghost of a slush cup that perished one hot day in the park, forever haunting the bench of its demise.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
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