For 15 cents, you could get a double-Popsicle. Bust it in half and share it with your friend. You lick your sticky fingers, tasting the newsprint from your paper route through the neon-blue goo that leaks down from the melting treat. It's gone too soon, and you shoulder your tattered duck canvas newspaper bag and trudge on up the block. Your tongue is blue.
I always made trinket storage boxes from my popsicle sticks, or they made great corals for my plastic farm animals.
Beledi
Posted by: linda at July 29, 2004 11:58 AM