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The Sale

The sale today starts at nine. I was first in line. The doors opened and I was gone, I looked up and down the rows and rows and saw nothing. I asked a clerk for my item, oh, he said, we are sold out. Darn it! How can that be! _______________________________ July 31, 2015 Fibonocci

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Marilyn Williams

Date: 8/5/2015 12:25:00 PM

Sad but true. Thanks for you lovely words of praise. And, I loved this too!

Thomas Martin

Date: 8/1/2015 12:22:00 PM

So funny, girl, ROFL.

Eric Boddie

Date: 8/1/2015 10:24:00 AM

well at least you didn't camp out for three days....then you may have been pissed enough to get the 12 gauge....and proceed to shoot up everything in sight....that would have annoyed everyone and just wouldn't be right....lol....I enjoyed this very much....;)

Darlene Gifford

Date: 8/1/2015 10:08:00 AM

Yes! you tell it like it is. Great for contest. Best of luck..~~~Darlene

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/1/2015 12:22:00 AM

That is for sure false advertising, if only I was a lawyer! Oh well I couldn't do without a heart anyways!

Tim Smith

Date: 7/31/2015 8:26:00 PM

I think we have all been there...I always think there was some sort of false advertising associated when it happens to me.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 7/31/2015 7:38:00 PM

G'day Broken Wings... thinking of the money you saved might ease the pain; but can the pain of retail therapy be relieved - Enjoyed your poem - Lindsay

D.W. Rodgers

Date: 7/31/2015 7:29:00 PM

It just doesn't add up! Good luck in the contest.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/31/2015 7:07:00 PM

That would irk me too Broken Wings - great one for the contest - good luck:-) hugs jan xx