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Young Man Selling At My Door

The young man coming to my door with the preposterous offer
Is painful not for the visitation
Rather, memory of my own youth - its optimism and naivete.
The sort of thing that makes you think
That a bottle of detergent can conquer the world
And does, until you meet it.

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