HEAVEN WAS NEVER
A CARD-SHOPPE
I used up all my luck buying Turkish Taffy,
now I knew this could never be enough :
my 'pin money' - like a girl would have -
was gone. Then the taffy then pulled out a
filling - another toothsome problem for
which - again - I knew I'd never have
enough. Money. How do we get into all
these damned predicaments? Every time
I turned around, something else reared its
ugly head. I entered the card shoppe on the
corner, figuring perhaps to send myself a
Sympathy Card. They sure had plenty,
but none for me. Each one seemed as if
I was addressing someone else. stupid
to receive it again? Now who would
want that, and after I signed and
mailed the card, wouldn't it seem
silly to then send it to myself
and have to open it again?
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