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Money can buy happiness.

Just ask a three-year old who has just heard the slightest tinklings

of the ice cream truck.

On the hottest of summer’s days,

all gather, sweltering, in the back yard–

slowly baking in the sun…

And at three o’clock,

every summer afternoon

a garbled version of

Yankee Doodle Dandy

sounds its clarion call

from the next neighborhood.

There is more clamoring and excitement

than for the Wells Fargo Wagon,



Easter, all combined.

Because, in this moment,

for $2.95

you can feel the sweet coolness

of popsicle

or ice cream

slide down your gullet.

Holier than communion,

more durable than a pinky swear,

just pure happiness

on a summer afternoon.