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Ava Juice

She greets me with morning eyes and we laugh under white down telling stories of all sorts: Cats who wear backpacks at night filled with treats Lizards who step foot into her messy room and then turn on their tails for a quick stepped retreat Then we come up with the juice we could drink such as "air juice" which forces the hiccups to come or the dreaded old colored balloon juice (Have some and your belly will blow up to sky high retorts) We laugh as we come up with juice of all sorts "Zipper juice" closes your mouth in a zip which a friend must unzip between every sip! "Camel hair juice" why now THAT is just sticky and goes down your throat quite incredibly tickly! "Elephant toe juice" We think that is one that we'll leave quite untouched as it wouldn't be fun to drink toe juice and such So - that is the way that we spend all our mornings Stories and giggles and smiles galoring Perhaps this is something that you do as well with a hat and a cape and a cat and a bell for we all have a tale, to be told and to tell when we're fresh from a leap off the edge of our dreams and being awake isn't quite what it seems for the cat is still wearing his backpack...

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