The Thronging Horde
Its that time of year
we'll try to be of good cheer
as the store opens at dawn
and we rush in with a yawn
to elbow through the discord
a part of the thronging horde
anxious to spend,
hoping that in the end
we'll have bargains at last
for another consumer Christmas.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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