Grey haired lady
by the dairy -
phones in ears:
can't hear
my ' 'Scuse me! '
I touch her
shoulder
lightly,
Bringing
'Oh, please, God! '
With a prod
I move
her basket.
She yells,
'Go away! '
I do:
A terrorist
escapes
in the local
Safeway.
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