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The Swap Meet |
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By: Mrs S. Baron |
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Holiday shopping isn't complete |
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| Until I go to a swap meet. | |||
| Love the sales in peoples garage | |||
| Where I schelp my entourage. | |||
| My love of the estate sale | |||
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I simply can't curtail. |
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| I finally learned the jargon | |||
| You should hear me bargain. | |||
| Someone even sold a litter of kittens | |||
| All I bought from her were mittens. | |||
| I'm looking for vintage toys | |||
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For my brother's little boys |
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| I want them made in the U.S.A. | |||
| They're safer that way. | |||
| It's becoming quite a chore | |||
| To find my husband a vintage humidor | |||
| To store his many a cigar | |||
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He also needs a new strap for his guitar |
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| These are swap meet type items I thought | |||
| But I'm becoming more and more distraught | |||
| I still have a few more weeks | |||
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Before I get desperate and hit the boutiques.
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