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On the TV, on the phone,
by the station, at the door,
I encounter someone selling
certainty. But I’m not sure.
I don’t buy it; I desist;
I tender a dismissive wave,
complaining, what I really want,
I cannot buy, or steal, or save.
Great little poem. I smiled at 'I tender....' such a good choice of word in this context.
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Travis Brow
Mon 18th May 2015 12:21
Thanks Cynthia, 'tender' wasn't the first choice, but i'm glad i settle on it; it seems fitting.