Thinning hair; slow walking
noisy crowd; no kids dining
maybe 1200 noon; break time
pushing cart to keep balance
no food samples on the floor
cheap groceries it's your call
walking alley with raspberry tea
sipping every 6th step could be
overhead lurking eyes watching me
wonder what day they buy tv or wine
friday is good day i could imagine
relax day for most; some remain
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