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garage sale
the story it tale
oh well
aw hell

65 years
of memories
65 years
of histories
tears
fears
all those years

accumulating
acquiring
possing
owning
growing
old
a story that's been told
in a garage sale
a true fairy tale

glasses & plates
who knows their dates
pieces a' junk
there's quite a hunk
damn, my folks had spunk
ta' buy all a' this shit
guess that was it
needed this
needed that
guess that's where they were at
now it's just garage sale
for sale

25 cents
a dollar
or two
no for a dime
you just take it
but make it a memory
remember the time
it was given to you
that'll do
make sense?
i ain't gonna' holler
not this time
shit
it's only a lifetime
you could foller'

if it ain't worth a dollar to you
it ain't worth a damn thing to me
that be true
can ya' see
that's just the way things be
what's ta' me a memory
is to you
a piece a junk
a test
i suggest
we both flunk
on the matter of judgement

it's a garage sale, lady
take what you want
give me what
you think is fair
'cause after the garage sale
comes the garbage can
i don't mean maybe, baby
i don't care
man
just don't need it sittin' there
for me ta' throw away
anyway
what did i whan ta' say
oh ok

the purpose of this poetry
is garage sale histories
garage sale memories
gotta' let go
gotta' know
time passes fast & slow
then it's gone
onto a new song
a new memory
gotta' be
my own history

not a garage sale
an old tale
gotta' tell
my own junk
gotta' have my own spunk

not a garage sale man
all a' my life
gotta' stand
face my strife
yeah never can tell
ya' never know
might
just might meet my next ex-wife
been lookin' for her all my life
at my garage sell
yeah never knows
how the wind blows
'till it's in your face
face ta' face
find my own space
for my own garage sale

a garage sale
is such a fairy tale
hard ta' tell
heaven from hell

garage sale
memories
gareage sale
histories
hard ta' tell
oh well