This one version of a poem I have for Black Friday.
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| What cashiers are thinking. | |
Twas the day before black friday and the ads were all here. Walmart, kmart and target all saying "shop here, shop here." Nothing had been more clear. Your tummy may be full of turkey and potatoes, but nothing but the sales mattered. Who will find a spot? Who will not? You go into the stores and the madness begins. People climbing and kicking just to get that last toy. Who care if it was for a girl or a boy. Like a game to see who wins. Does anyone win? No! Not when you are getting kicked in the shin. Dare i say let the games begin? So instead i say safety to all, and to all a wacky night.
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