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Dec 2016
Wow!
and I only need one thing

Excuse me, where are the cameras?

Aisle fourteen?

Okay...

Lost,
in forest of clothes
Lost,
in parallels of furniture
Lost,
in children's dreams

This place is so foreign.

Lost in this store.
Signs, language, so difficult
everyone stares
Why do they stare?
I dress appropriately?

Levi
Nike
North Face
Hanes
I'm dressed appropriately...

Where are the clerks!
Why does no one help you in America?
And this sign, it makes no sense?
Points...*
pointing to what?

This place is so foreign.

Ah, here is a lady,

Get your hands off me Arab!

Arab?
I'm not Arab
This place is so foreign.
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
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