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I’m whirling about There’s fruit I’ve never seen And chainsaws Hanging from the ceiling Collections of rusted And nostalgic Remnants Playthings of my Past memory The people here Mimic the eclectic offerings Every part of the group Teems with Individuality I feel cherubic laughter Quiver my lungs again I head for home Clutching a book I acquired From this impeccable Trove
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Flea Market.
I’m whirling about There’s fruit I’ve never seen And chainsaws Hanging from the ceiling Collections of rusted And nostalgic Remnants Playthings of my Past memory The people here Mimic the eclectic offerings Every part of the group Teems with Individuality I feel cherubic laughter Quiver my lungs again I head for home Clutching a book I acquired From this impeccable Trove
A wonderful friend of mine invited me to the local flea market, and I couldn’t resist writing about it
#nostalgia#market#antique#happiness
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32/F/Hickory NC
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
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