Wednesday, March 18, 2020

poem of the day March 18


The old General Store
open since  
the Civil War
is closing its door
The store had 
everything imaginable
from nails to steaks
from boots to paint
from tools to milk
from chain to silk
Had stoves and pipes
to keep you warm
on long winter nights
The store even had a
'What do you call it
for a whose a ma Gig' 
But now times are different 
things are changing
the old General Stores
can't make it no more
Even one from the Civil War

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