Lemonade At Last
Sugar stirred with citrus gold,
Summer poured into a paper fold
Sticky palms and melting ice,
Sunlight trapped in something nice
Crayon signs and a child's crooked grin,
Nickels dropped in a big tin
The breeze in the air is slow thick,
Each sip is refreshing, the cup gets empty quick
Bee buzz around on summer air,
Barefoot kids run with tousled hair
It costs a dime, or maybe even free
Joy brewed into a tiny cup, endlessly
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