As skin begins to feel confined
And wants to breathe unshackled
By socks, pant-legs, and sleeves…
As sun and birdsong begin my days
And brown limbs turn to green…
As sun begins to warm
And breeze harbors a welcome
And not the threat of winter chill…
That’s when this young girl’s fancy
Begins to bubble up
To yearn for that one elusive extra thing
To make this sunny day complete,
A frothy, fizzy, exquisite taste of
My first root-beer float this spring!
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