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Flea Markets

Flea Markets I’ve shopped the local markets You’ve all shopped ones like these You go early in the morning Hope for a morning breeze They sell things nobody wants Like padlocks without keys And clothes so old and musty I just can’t help but sneeze I was really disappointed For nowhere did I see A single dog, or cat, or pet That came complete with fleas Why are they called flea markets Is that title just a tease Where’s the truth in advertisement Won’t someone tell me please

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/30/2014 4:51:00 PM

ahhh, this is so cute. Yep, where do they come up with that name? Maybe the clothes are so old that there are fleas in them!!

Ilene Bauer

Date: 8/25/2014 8:26:00 PM

very clever! i have no idea why they're called flea markets (i assume that some of the old things they sell did have fleas) but i very much enjoyed your take on this topic...