Bazaar Sales
Rest for the weary
From cash and carry
Not now dreary
From odd worry
Fond taste speaks well
As sales splurge dwells
On choice that spells
Just what stuff tells
Sound motifs bind
Such vivid finds
In touch that binds
A willing mind
Feed find fancy
With sales crazy
In choice dizzy
Dressed as happy
By bazaar street
Pure fancy meets
Stuff that now greets
Your curious feet
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2017
Singapore
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