cars are park on both sides
of street for fund raising sale
i'm browsing taking pictures
cute trinkets; faded memories
flaunting their old beauties
touched by adoring hands
books graze by scanning eyes
in boxes, sat by grassy corner
love stories; some-body's dream
shot glasses i read them all too
coffee mugs, summer hats; nice
everything going for cheap price
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