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His faded corduroy pockets jingling,
Her golden blonde hair bouncing in the breeze,
Her sea green eyes wandering throguh the windows that lined the street,
The doors, glass stained with the color of green, beckoned for her to come spend,
And through a door she walked,
And through another she walked,
With no regard for her man,
With no regard for his money,
With no regard for the taxing of her minute arms,
And out the door again she flew like a bird
Hours more she will spend, of that he rests assured.





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