Dreaming of Root Beer
And the way that it used
to fizz and bubble in
my mouth, tasting
of earth and black licorice.
We used to love root beer,
staying up late
in our sleeping bags,
mixing it with vanilla
ice cream,
and waiting for midnight
to tell only the
scariest ghost stories
to each other, listening to
the wind shake the trees.
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