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Cases of old records sat Waiting for someone to buy Along with mismatched tea cups And plates as blue as sky Vultures jumped at everything Leaving cars running in park Picking through the yard sale scraps Like a raccoon in the dark Bickering for savings Saying a quarter is too much I'll only pay a nickel To buy a broken crutch Ice skates, ball gloves, baseball hats tossed and thrown around the yard To watch these jackals fighting Over a half pound piece of lard It's amazing that one's treasures Are reduced to blobs of crap By bargain hunters set to pay For unused Christmas wrap They jostle and they tussle To get close for a deal They try to bundle things together To them....it is a steal You smile, take their money Tell them thank you, as they shriek Over deals they think that they have got On stuff...they'll sell next week!!
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Yard Sale Vultures
Cases of old records sat Waiting for someone to buy Along with mismatched tea cups And plates as blue as sky Vultures jumped at everything Leaving cars running in park Picking through the yard sale scraps Like a raccoon in the dark Bickering for savings Saying a quarter is too much I'll only pay a nickel To buy a broken crutch Ice skates, ball gloves, baseball hats tossed and thrown around the yard To watch these jackals fighting Over a half pound piece of lard It's amazing that one's treasures Are reduced to blobs of crap By bargain hunters set to pay For unused Christmas wrap They jostle and they tussle To get close for a deal They try to bundle things together To them....it is a steal You smile, take their money Tell them thank you, as they shriek Over deals they think that they have got On stuff...they'll sell next week!!
roger-turner
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
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