Our two carts were heading for a crash
In the corner where they keep the juice
Blocking one another's way
Each waiting for the other to reverse
Are you finding what you need
An old woman the size of a child
Unmoving looked up at me and smiled
So many varieties these days to chose
But whatever I bring home to them
They frown they wanted something else
Was she the one who lived in a shoe
Pulling back letting me through
Later at home I wished I'd stopped
To listen to her worried tale
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