Frank Prem

the bazaar

misterr misterr

 

I got a day for you

 

what sorrt a day
you want

 

misterr

 

misterr

 

he walked
slowly
but determinedly
through the bazaar

 

taking in the sounds

 

misterr

 

hey misterr

 

and the sights

 

letting the whole
hyperactive
milieu
with its raucous cacophony
wash over him
as he walked

 

I got a day

 

what sorrt a day
you want

 

I got sun
got moon

 

got storrm and rrain

 

misterr

 

you want day verry clear
I got 

 

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hey
misterr

 

today
was for strolling

 

for atmosphere
and familiarity

 

tomorrow
he might bargain
a little

 

bicker

 

to acquire
his weather

 

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