Millions of items
Thousands of buyers
None of them
Lookin at me
I post and post
And no one notice(s)
You'd think the stuff
Was free
I've tried toasters and cars
Boats and bling
But none of it goes away
It just keeps coming back
To my overloaded
Old Shack
I think I'll try
Selling
Me
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