Shopping
I had come in to see how far a dream
Might manage on a dollar and a half;
When suddenly surrounded by a laugh
Of sullen tile, I saw loud color scream.
Among the baubles, commerce bounced off walls
And burst a birth of vision in my head.
I tightly grasped my frugal hopes and fled
To rid my senses of the roar of malls.
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