I wish I were the soda man who runs
the “fizz” machine, he looks so cool and spotless now wherever he is seen; with
naught to do these torrid days but mix a college ice, a sundae, or an orangeade,
it must be very nice. Just think! The fruits of every land within your reach,
the pineapple, the plum and grape, the cherry and the peach; three tanks of
cream beneath your nose and flavors score and score, and eggs and sugar, cream
and spice, and lusciousness galore! And best of all a soda tank to sputter and to
ciss. I wish I were the soda man knee deep in cooling bliss.
c.
July 29, ‘09
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