In the stores the aisle ways waking at 4 and hitting the highways.
Sales and papers cramming too
Crabby people ramming carts threw.
Trying to run to the check outs with item number 42.
Splitting up walkie talkies.
Best Buy Sleepover and wrapped around the building for hours.
Aching feet and baggy eyes
Nothing left, No Surprise.
Lunch than dinner
Out for round two.
Hide from the tagger.
Close there eyes or go and hide.
This is called Black Friday.
My oh my 12 is mine.
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