on the corner of market and vine

In the store one Sunday, picking up a few things

A box of seven layer cake held tight in my hands

I gasped suddenly as

Cleanup on aisle three became the gospel truth

What a perfectly good waste of time

These flower based biases strewn across the tile

So as not to offend anyone i started the cleanup process

Marching onwards

Got a train to catch on the fly

bright one morning in the middle of the night

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