two little girls selling lemonade
more expensive than any cups
i bought coffee cups two for dollar
clean-wipe will erase your worry
but thirst i tell you, you have to
hydrate yourself now to continue
i forgot my sunglasses i'm squinting
i could imagine prices are shrinking
they're very understandable, they say
they're selling all these winter clothes
is this last winter i ask myself quietly
i overheard they're moving to california
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