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Flee Market Feelings

Come one come all, A bargain calls! The first who buys, Will take this prize: Freshly beating, Non-retreating, Hard and strong, And never wrong! Broke and mended, Well defended, Steady measure, Immune to pleasure! Skipping soundly, Somewhat roundly, Partially insane, And can’t take pain! Hurry, hurry! Rush and scurry! Oh do not fail, This heart’s for sale… www.VillageMatchMaker.com

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/25/2010 4:22:00 PM
I love a flea market on a Sunday afternoon.. you expressed it well.. and thanks so much for your comment on my poetry... Constance
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Date: 2/24/2010 11:00:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today A.. Please keep writing and sharing with us here at PoetrySoup. Love, Carol
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Date: 2/23/2010 5:48:00 PM
Intriguing write, put a smile on my face.
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Date: 2/23/2010 4:55:00 PM
funny, heart's for sale? cute, My heart has been bought. going on 20 years ago.
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