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Dripping

The Chinese store has everything 
so be observant when you walk in. 
The Chinese store has everything, 
Matchbox, paper bag and red watch
The Chinese store has everything
Wall clock old keys and old lock
The Chinese store has everything 
If you look carefully you will find your wedding ring
I can still feel the water dripping from my neck
Running down to the center of my back until it wet my legs
And sausage, tomato, spaghetti and onion lying on the counter.
The Chinese store has everything so be careful when you walk in
Yesterday I went into the Chinese store to get a phone card
and all of a sudden a strange sensation abducted me, it took me to the other side before it collide
It was as if someone was inside my body and sucking energy
I couldn’t tell from whence it came but when I looked in front of me I felt constrained. I stood behind the counter and the tall slender Chinese fellow pulled out a card that I had ordered  
The store assistants activate the card and explained how to use it
The Chinese store keeper sat on the stool and I noticed a strange sensation overshadow his face, his feature suddenly changed and he used his hand to gentle wipe his face, sweat began to pour from my back and all of a  suddenly I felt hot,
Something tried to overpower me and I felt as though I was trap. Shoppers began to stream in and the store keeper welcome them with a grin. I watched them come and go, and I whisper a silent prayer for them from within
 The store assistant stood beside me and the Chinese fellow looked curiously at me from behind the counter while he searched desperately for something, 
He reached underneath the counter and took out a big long curled sausage similar to the shape of a man's private parts  and placed it on the counter.
He left the counter, and walked hastily towards the store shelves
and brought back two big red round tomatoes, two onions and a box of spaghetti and placed them together on the counter in a special way, as if he wanted to tell me something, 
He put them in a red bag and uttered in a course voice
 “I am going to cook”, 
Where do you live “I asked?” he pointed towards the back as to say down the road. I stood there waiting while  the heat penetrate my body, and the store assistant stood beside me activating the phone. 
As I turned around, a tall old white man walked into the store and purchase a phone charger, the store keeper spoke to him in a strange language that he could not understand 
The fellow activating my phone reached out to help but the man insulted him  When he left the store, they said that he was dealing through the backdoor and he frequently visit the drugstore .
They even said that he has been to Singapore 
The Chinese store has everything,
 red wine, white wine and a gin
The Chinese store has everything,
 old pan, old newspaper, old, and old stamps,
 the Chinese store has everything,
 Avocado, mango pineapple, coconut water and banana, 
If you can’t find it in the department store
look no further you will find it in the Chinese store.
 The Chinese store has everything.

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