I love to go to garage sales,
I always buy things, it never fails.

I buy things that I don’t need,
My wife gives me, hell indeed.

I buy things that you pull,
My house, is so full.

I like to bicker what price I will pay,
To me it, is play.

I ride my cart for miles,
On my face, you will see smiles.

I look at all the stuff,
I will never, have enough.

Then I bring it home,
I go in my house, and write a poem.

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