| Ambush! The hottest day of summer; I walked the quiet street. No thought of what lie up ahead or obstacles I'd meet. How long had he been there, waiting in the shade? He'd found the perfect setting; a snare skillfully laid. All the signs had been there, but in my hurry I'd ignored. And now I was upon him; his strategy's reward. He knew I had to pass this way; my mind began to race. Would I have what I needed when we met face to face? I reached inside my pocket, but not a thing appeared. I fumbled quickly in my purse, but all in vain I feared. Then there it was, within my hold! I pried it from the corner, cold. And just in time for here he came; dauntless in his youthful frame. Hand to hand we made the trade; my quarter for his lemonade. |
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