Yard Sale
As I was looking through boxes,
I came upon my old ragged fox.
Remembering the memories and how they last.
But those times have past.
Standing there holding tight.
This is going to be a fight.
Letting go of his hand,
is hard for any man.
His mother said,"it is time,
that you mark it for a dime."
With a black pen, he began to scribe,
as a tear came to his eye.
Placing him in a cart,
until the yard sale starts.
Yard sale contest
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