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STRANGE fits of fashion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Shopper’s ear alone,
What once to me befell.

When shoes I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to Barneys bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.

Upon a dress I fixed my eye,
With quickening pace my car drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the department store;
And, as we climbed the stair,
The sale section beckoned from the door
with accessories for hair

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Half-off all boots today!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On lay-away plans to pay

My credit card moved on; swipe after swipe
It raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the register,
At once, my credit rating dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Shopper’s head!
“O mercy!” to myself I cried,
“If the Mastercard is dead!”

ファッション好きな女の子はファッションのことを考えすぎるかしら（笑）

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