Flee Market Feelings
Come one come all,
A bargain calls!
The first who buys,
Will take this prize:
Freshly beating,
Non-retreating,
Hard and strong,
And never wrong!
Broke and mended,
Well defended,
Steady measure,
Immune to pleasure!
Skipping soundly,
Somewhat roundly,
Partially insane,
And can’t take pain!
Hurry, hurry!
Rush and scurry!
Oh do not fail,
This heart’s for sale…
www.VillageMatchMaker.com
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