Bleary and blinking,
Clouds in my head,
Not really thinking,
Until the jolt from
The coffee I'm drinking...
It's the 20th Anniversary
Of the shopping mall,
So many random days spent
There, I don't remember at all...
Meanwhile, her mood
Is ugly and black,
Until she sees the
Half-price sales rack,
Unholster credit card
And attack, attack...
(Note: This is a revision of a poem I wrote on 2/19/2011)
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