At the Dollar Store
by Greg Razran
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
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Walking through the jungles of artificially flavored juices, thin paper towels,
and designer clothing for those on a budget,
Our paths had, somehow, crossed.
We were standing face to face, in a narrow aisle number 5.
I looked inside your basket: paper plates (pack of 40); socks (fake wool); a can of soup.
You looked into mine: SAME ITEMS.
I turned sideways, to let you pass. You couldnít.
You tried the same. Canít fit!
Our eyes finally met. We dropped our baskets
on the floor.
With stacks of Rubbermaid water buckets
and piles of Hanes sweatshirts
watching us silently,
We kissed tenderly and hopelessly.
At the Dollar Store.
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|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Cute write. Maybe I need to hang out at The Dollar Store, eh?|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|True love is always revealed at the dollar store ;)|
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|Clean up on aisle five!!!|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|This is so delightful--I love it! Romance at the dollar store--wonderful serendipity!|
|Reviewed by Sailor Neptune
|aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh love at first sight....
I'm going to the Dollar store more often..
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|cute...maybe i'll have to go shopping...like this a lot! great job! :) hope for me yet...(((HUGS)))
and love, karla. :)