With a sense of comfort, I sit
Sipping a cup of coffee, me, a thrall
To desires which do not quit
In luring me back to the shopping mall,
To people-watch -- and maybe also it
Means I quietly derive some small
Nice something, a transient bit
Of quiet peace, seeing Midwest folk buy
Happiness, without wondering why
It could possibly be on sale,
Available for purchase, without fail.
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