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Supermarkets

I don't want to come across as a luddite

But I have to say that I don't like

Supermarkets, they're too much for me

Too much to buy, too much to see

 

Just entering the frozen aisle

Is enough to freeze me for a while

Too many meals, too many choices

Too many people, too many voices

 

I start to have a panic attack

By the frozen, minted lamb rack

Don't even start me on the ice creams

Well it's enough to make me​ .....

 

Surely you get the drift by now and you'll see

That Asda has nothing for me.

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ian-lewis-copestick
45 / M / Stoke On Trent
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Aug 9, 2017
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