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Lemonade

Lemonade; the sour made for pulling on a tongue. A sweetened taste of liquid juice where wonder's just begun. Refreshing for it's ray of light where acid burns the sun. A quench to seal saliva's way that cooling brings to fun. Where nickels placed on sticky spills mean profits raised to some. That little girls wearing fancy pearls are dressed in hats to chum. While wooden spoons that serve to churn rest lightly on their side. and lemon rinds pressed into strands turn upward as they've dried. That on this day we celebrate these lemons to the sun. To raise your pitcher up to thee and pray there's never none.

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Date: 5/25/2016 4:14:00 PM
A 7 for this enjoyable poem that paints a lovely, appealing scene, Trevor. Janice
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 5/25/2016 7:17:00 PM
Thanks Janice. I appreciate the comment. This was about a Tim Horton's Lemonade with slush in it. Who couldn't find inspiration in that. LOL Thanks again Janice. Trevor

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