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Black Plastic Pallets

I see huge black plastic-- layers of large squares stacked and skating ominously through the grocery store on small wheels. Thick and huge, huge and thick. I see them transported back and forth, in and out of swinging doors. I wonder what they weigh. 'Wonder what they cost. They must be trading them on the black market, because they're black and they are in the market. Someone's trading them for wood ones. They would want wood ones instead of plastic. Then they place plastic instead of wood ones in their place. The place is full of black plastic pallets, and no one's calling the police.

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Date: 11/20/2021 9:16:00 AM
Hmm…I can hear those squeeky wheels passing by customers, most with their eyes on the shelves. Yours were observant.
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 11/29/2021 9:30:00 PM
Hi Kim, I really had fun with this little sound poem when I was working on weekends as a food demonstrator at a grocery store. God bless.
Date: 10/2/2021 2:24:00 PM
hmmm, wonder what THIS Is about. It's very interesting, Carol. Thanks for visiting my poetry. I enjoyed reading this one of yours.
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 11/29/2021 9:29:00 PM
God bless you, Andrea. Good to hear from you.
Date: 9/6/2021 11:38:00 PM
Yes indeed let's call the police, typical of today, Carol right or wrong, its always left to the poet, love the poetry.
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 9/9/2021 7:05:00 AM
Thanks. Harry. I'm glad you liked this poem. Carol Louise

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