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many, many memberships have I, to great institutions, large and small, though I oft have an extra shopping bag secreted in my coat pockets just in case….I spot a tiny sized bargain but Costco has ruled me ineligible, unable / unwilling to let me enter, for I do not possess their le carte d’identite necessaire… oh they would let me in, if I ante’d up the fee, but, between you and me, but what’s the point? living in a pint sized a/k/a my studio nyc apartment, there is no space large enough to accommodate their supersized inventory of 24 paper towel rolls, one doubled sized cereal boxes that that won’t fit my cabinet, or take up an entire shelf, and where gallons and megs~packs are seldom heard, crying out “I’m lonely, buy me, buy me!, I long for lots of company!” B U T I voyage on the Amazon where they accommodate we little people in little houses, like an old woman who lived^ in a shoe, so many poems in my head, there just isn’t room for a whole lot of much else
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am not a member of Costco
many, many memberships have I, to great institutions, large and small, though I oft have an extra shopping bag secreted in my coat pockets just in case….I spot a tiny sized bargain but Costco has ruled me ineligible, unable / unwilling to let me enter, for I do not possess their le carte d’identite necessaire… oh they would let me in, if I ante’d up the fee, but, between you and me, but what’s the point? living in a pint sized a/k/a my studio nyc apartment, there is no space large enough to accommodate their supersized inventory of 24 paper towel rolls, one doubled sized cereal boxes that that won’t fit my cabinet, or take up an entire shelf, and where gallons and megs~packs are seldom heard, crying out “I’m lonely, buy me, buy me!, I long for lots of company!” B U T I voyage on the Amazon where they accommodate we little people in little houses, like an old woman who lived^ in a shoe, so many poems in my head, there just isn’t room for a whole lot of much else
^mothe goose There was an Old Woman There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread; Then kissed them all soundly and put them to bed.
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
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