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the walk

The walk
It strange what one sees when not looking?
Went for a long walk the beginning was painful
knees and hips protested but after some time
the pain subsided walking became pleasant,
till I came to a steep hill, walking down it was
not a problem but walking back up, No.
Crossed the road and walked the same back.
Saw a small supermarket walked in and it was
full of toothpicks thin women living on broccoli
Cabbage and other biological stuff, which meant
that farmers use manure to make plants grow.
The women enthralled me the most they spoke
French although they were Portuguese, the result
of all, this was scrawniness and silly snobbery.
Well, not to be outdone I bought artificial meatball,
A bottle of wine and four beers guaranteed biological.
the shop didn't have bags, so I carry my hoarding in
a box pulled in my stomach walked out of the shop
 with dignity.
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