i say no
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i say no
i say no
every store
asks me
if i have their
discount or
club or rewards
card -at the check out
i say no
they say-
would you like one?
i say no
they look insulted,
or as if i told them
they have a piece
of spinach on thier
tooth
i know i could save 5%
- but my wallet would
get as big as a brick...
again -
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.