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August 9, 2012
Hoards of people rushing nowhere,
spending dosh they haven’t got
on the latest ‘must have’ gizmo
that they think is hot, hot, hot.
Crashing shoulders with each other,
to the Sales, they run amok,
in hope of saving a small fortune
on the latest ‘Westwood’ frock.
Heading with the kids towards ‘Hamleys’
to grab games running out of stock,
that will be played just once at Christmas
then on a shelf, stored and forgot.
When at last the ‘hit’ is over,
back amongst the crowds they run
to the nearest proverbial coffee bar
for a latte and a bun.
Then with parcels at the ready
and feet about to howl,
they rush back along the street
to get home in time for Simon Cowell.
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