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| Mall of America |
My paper is blank
And my brain's turned to mush
Is it the turkey I thank
Or the holiday rush
My thoughts they are fleeting
Like ships in the night
Nary a greeting
Nor squeal of delight
So it's off to the store
In search of great deals
Through every door
I burst with great zeal
Then I stop and I stare
In total dismay
At the items on shelves
In complete disarray
What are they thinking
I thought to myself
The lights are all blinking
But I don't see an elf
So homeward I head
With my parcels in tow
My feet are like lead
And I'm moving slow
I bid good night
To the holiday shoppers
Grabbing a bite
With the holiday swappers
So homeward I head
With my parcels in tow
My feet are like lead
And I'm moving slow
I bid good night
To the holiday shoppers
Grabbing a bite
With the holiday swappers




















