An upbeat tune beckons first softly, then louder in the dusk
Little ones yank their mothers' arms away from sinks full of dirty dishes
A staccato of slamming screen doors as eager youngsters race outside
Crumpled bills and dirty quarters plunk onto the truck's metal ledge
Exuberant children peel sticky wrappers off cones and popsicles
Sugary rainbow drops melt into abstract puddles on steaming asphalt
Lying in the cool grass, tossing off flipflops, carefree musings
Waiting to catch fireflies in a glass mason jar
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