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Pricetags
By: James Dubeau

Dangling from those toys
Upon high store shelves
Are a much dreaded enemy
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Small sticky fingers
Dive through pockets
Tightly clenched fists
Retrieve the plunder
Only to unveil
Lint
Buttons
And a single solitary
Quarter
Not enough for the shiny
Gleaming red and blue plastic
High atop the shelf
Only one respite
From gloom and doom
Is a giant gumball
From the machine
At the front of the store
The only place
Where happiness can be obtained
Without fighting evil
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