The Flea Market

Small mountains taking on the foot steps of giants.

the hustle of the flea market.

vinyl, scratched Cd’s but no sign of a flat-screen TV.

Strawberries at two for a pound! Roll up! Roll up!

The sound of feet marching between the stalls,

happy old men in overalls.

Hagglers haggling trying to save each and last penny for themselves.

Stale cheap perfume and cigars haunt the air.

Wheeler dealers and tea-leafs alike,

all in search for a better life.

© Alex Turner 2015


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