The merchant rises before the dawn

And sees the darkness fading

For another day of trading

An existence so degrading

In its repetitious gloom

And soon it will be time to start

The grinding shift, its end so far

Away from where the two arms stand

Into the strand and down the hall

Up the escalator to the end of the mall

And the sliding doors, they open wide

The hungr...

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Does it matter what you do

or matter what you say?

Does anything mean anything

when you live Groundhog Day?

Is there a way to please the Gods

so that they’ll let you go?

Or maybe there’s no point at all.

Perhaps it’s just a show.

But what else can you do

if you find you’re stuck in this scene.

You have to just keep going

and hope you will f...

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