Every Thursday its the same thing , the sun rises and then it sets like it did before .
Like every other Thursday I make out my shopping list . Its late night shopping once more .
So of I go into the busy supermarket, like a coin in a penny arcade ,weaving up and down aisles, picking up tins on the way, looking at the trolley cavalcade .
Standing at the checkouts . Here is where all the other late night shoppers regularly meet .
Every Thursday we battle our way through the traffic , yes , it seems that the gangs all here .
Every Thursday we gather and watch carefully , just in case a bargain should appear .
Every Thursday has something in common with all other Thursdays that have gone before .
That common thing is , it always ends on midnight because Friday has come again once more .
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-26 23:29:03
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