i saw a lady by garden shop
she can't decide which plant
she'll buy bigger one or smaller
arms show never been to gym
husband wasn't with her today
looks at me, i pointed lighter
smiled and said she'll be back
keep on walking, lots like me
traveling aimlessly to pass time
browsing, comparing, chatting
soon those tires turning to home
so as others, itching to blow horn
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