P/S: 东主不会用华文写诗，只好用我的烂英文，希望你们能看得懂并好好欣赏。（不要脸！）
**PART 1**
A snowy ice mountain
Covered with a thick layer of
Cool lava, green, brown or pink
In a cute little glass lotus.
The little mountain
Is beyond rocky ice and overflowing snow.
The red little rocks scatter through the mountain,
with some jades and little rubies in between.
Too tiny for a baby to even climb on,
Yet large and dainty enough
As a centerpiece for the
commoner's table.
**PART 2**
He poured his faith
in his little roadside stall,
With a huge ice machine,
bowls and bags of treats,
For some Ringgit for his
Lady and kids.
He fear not the burning hot sun,
Nor the pearls that came
Trickling down his weathered cheeks.
That smile, rare smile
Hangs on his face
like eternity, though some kids
Clad in Levis and Nike,
Came around and make a face
To him.
God blessed him with
Little elves, with energy
That burns like bonfire.
Running rounds, collecting changes,
Serving little mountains, red, brown or green
To the thirsty street walkers.
He turned the iron handle,
And the huge icy rock
Turned into pristine crystals,
Before he topped them off with
soft jades and rubies.
A beautiful and sweet masterpiece
is born
for the thirsty and raving
many.
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