There are so many ices.
And there will be more ices tonight.
Ices on the ground and ices in the truck.
Ices that we slip on and over while
hunting for critters.
Ices that we plunge through.
Ices that hang from things.
Our poops even become ices.
This here is either one big multi-legged ice,
or lots of smaller ices.
I am trying to count them, but I
weren’t so Good with Numbers.
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