I read the paper the other day.
They say a storm is headed this way.
In the early morning weekend hours,
"Hurry up, before the deals go sour!"
So I'll go out and ride the wave
and spend all the money I've ever saved.
on junk that's washed up on people's shores;
all piled high on their garage floors.
Gathering all those treasures, so cheap.
buried in seas of boxes deep,
all for me to buy and keep.
a mismatched broken china plate,
a colorful sock without a mate,
a hopelessly tangled marionette,
stringless shoes and broken barrettes,
a jar of crafty google eyes,
a snow-globe with no snow inside
a lamp, a spoon, a back-porch railing
a microwave, a harpoon for whaling...
… How I love to go yard-sailing!
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