Tempers flared outside the grocery store
The grocer said: "I haven't anymore"
But still the people stood outside his door
Though he had said, "I Haven't anymore"
It seemed that all his vegetables had gone
An hour before he sold his very last one
So the people stood outside then walked away
They'd have to do without their Five-A Day
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