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Root Beer Float Afternoon

It was one  of those 
Kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows

And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly 
Into velvet humidity

It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon

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Peggy Caulfield June 22, 2012 at 4:32 PM Very cute poem. I love root beer. David O'Haolin Whalen June 22, 2012 at 4:38 PM Thanks Peggy, me too! (and puppies, Christmas, cookies and hugs.)

Shawn Schickerling June 21, 2012 at 7:45 PM Reminds me of the good old days when houses where big and stress was non , Nice....