The Market

The Market

A Poem by electricmango

A man strolls nonchalantly down a narrow road. 
The aroma of fresh fish, gathers in his nostrils. "One Cigarette please," he calls to the shop keeper. "I'm sorry, we only sell fish," he replies.

© 2017 electricmango


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Added on September 16, 2017
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electricmango
electricmango

Victoria, OR, Canada



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