I will go down market road
To meet a noisy crowd with wares
Some are there to buy
Others to sell
Still a good number of us
Parambulate that arena shopping through
The many windows of the market
Me, I will go there
Buy them with my eyes
And with my nose
All that I see and all that I smell
For my pouches are void.
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