Chocolate Milk
Little hands grasp
The cold glass cup
Eyes sparkle
Excitement from far away adventures
The heat of the sun
Glares down on his head
But the glass is peaceful
Sugar on his lips
The richest taste
Cool to his burning thought
Sweet heaven in a cup
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