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In Walmart

I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. A shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight, rays pieces high-stacked shelves, beam upon all-consuming shoppers, flash briefly upon brimful spandex. It is then I realize that all I need is you, not cut-price plastic hole fillers, from this warehouse of empty dreams, nor anything blue, green, or yellow seen on T.V. but then I remember the wine and beers in aisle twenty-two - but I still I love you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 12/8/2020 7:50:00 PM
Good one, Eric. I had to laugh at brimful spandex and your closing. Good fun.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 12/9/2020 7:44:00 AM
Thanks Suzanne, glad you enjoyed. e
Date: 12/7/2020 10:09:00 AM
whimsical fun, it transports. So realistic in the handling of attention. I really like this. It drew me away from my "why so serious" vent.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 12/7/2020 12:44:00 PM
Thanks again vernon, yep life is too serious to be taken seriously. Appreciate you take on this one. Best e

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