The Flea Market Poem by Audrey Heller

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida

The Flea Market



The flea market, is the place to go,
when you have plenty of time to spare.
Whatever it is you're looking for, you
will probably, find it there. It really is
quite an experience, with it's tents
filled with merchandise, galore. The
prices are more reasonable, then you
can find in any store. There are so
many choices to make. You can buy
old things or new. Of course, whatever
you decide, is entirely, up to you. Many
times, I was successful. I had nothing
special in mind. It's then I'd spot an
item, which happened to be, one of a
kind. I love going through every section.
Especially, where all the merchandise,
is spread upon the ground. I've picked
up such lovely things, where nowhere
else, can they be found!

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida
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