{Part Two}Car Boot Sale

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

and as you meander through the rows you look in each boot and check the products in the sale. you aren't looking for anything special or unique. you aren't shopping for a gift or a item you want for your home. you are meandering through the junk that has been deemed too valuable for the trash. and like yourself who you could not pitch they lay in car boots or eternity serving no purpose. like a hang time, before the end... holding on to nothing. and then it catches your eye. there is that tea pot from the jumble sale 7 monthes ago. still perfect still ugly you take her as a sign. and you pay the five pence she costs. wrap her in your jacket and walk her home. xoxo Kyelle

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June 28, 2006 02:22User

I sense hidden meaning and messages but perhaps my brains is in some kind of turmoil..so decoding is difficuly right now...or am I just simply complicating things..??? Anyway,looking forward to the next part..

June 28, 2006 17:48. QUEENIE .

second chances... i dont know, i stil lthink the tea pot was mewant as a person.... but the fact that you'
re still looking for it, you ccame back knowing you walked away rfom something good and you're sorry, you'd do anything.. i dont remeber. its a shame really, and half the time i know what meaning i wrote them with, is lost, they take on new meanings as i grow older it seems... but i like that. poetry shuld be for everyoner, not just the author.

June 29, 2006 06:29User

Agree with you..!! Meanings should change over time..and you are a master in that..!!