Your Money's Worth
Where a bargain is not a play on words;
I grip the cart eager to seek discounted goods,
Beautifully arranged on tin shelves.
Smiles around every corner;
Down every aisle a satisfied person.
A deal on every item, leaving the store by the bagful.
A much needed change of pace;
Weaving up and down the unforgettable
Joy that is the dollar store.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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