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I Hunted.

Stalked the aisles

Chased the stock clerk

Dogged the grocery stacker

Hounded the price checker

Trailed the lady with the over loaded cart

And two snotty kids.

Searched through the condiment shelves

Finally chasing down my quarry,

A splendid jar of creamy mayonnaise

Without which my life was flavorless

The hunt was over.

 

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