Look over there on the other side of the street,
See that shopping cart
Sleep.
Laying on his side
No worries or laws
To abide.
He lies, still and calm
While the pesky plastic bags
Circle ‘round and ‘round.
Content with his life,
Never making a sound.
Sleepy the Shopping Cart
Has finally found
A safe place to rest
Lay his weary head
And dream about
His home,
The supermarket.
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