Walking along your outdoor sidewalk, skipping, frolicking, "Don't step on a crack, you'll break your Mother's back!" Playing hopscotch, jumping rope, rounding your hips in hula hoop.
Your neighborly neighborhood, love your neighbor, do not covet your neighbor's property, wife or mule, finding treasure but not under a rainbow. $20.00 bill under a picnic table loss of a loser, "Finders keepers losers weepers," a puppy leashed outside a store, no sign of an owner, from a fountain for him to sip, thirstily drank every last drop.
A lemonade stand from the entrepreneur of happy kids, our drips to drink to sip, kid businessmen in early training, pouring sour/sweet lemonade into a cup for only a dime. A fold-up table and a money box, a drink so we can think, sourly/sweetly quenches our thirst.
Wedged amongst the ice cubes a real fruit of lemon or lime, you as the consumer has the choice. Like fuel for your engine locomotive car the fresh fruit lasts a long time, melts in your mouth feeling great like words of Torah, your thanks and praise always to Adonai, first.
Just one cup, eight ounces, and you are set for the long run, a one-mile race: lickety-split of ice cream and banana, lickety lips with freshness of teeth, diamond white, purity, squeezed lemon/lime.
One cup for a dime, 2 cups for a nickel and a dime. Tank fueled up, time to climb the Sinai Mountain and ski down its slope. Sand dunes, sledding, a passenger of Noach's Ark. Volunteering to be the white dove of peace to find dry earth and return to Noach with a sprig of spearmint in its beak.
And we all lived happily ever after! The End:
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