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A Poem: Yard Sale 

At the yard sale, we
Bought a box of unused words.
—locutions, sesquipedalian

They were my son’s, she said
When he went away to college.
—peregrination, academic

He dropped out after one semester
And these were left over.
—ort, remnant

There’s a jar of regrets over here.
You can have them cheap.
Feel free to try them on.

Speaking of Yard Sale, regrets

  • A poem by John Lindholm.

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