The Yard Sale Poem

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Come one, come all, to the yard sale so grand,
A treasure trove of goodies, just waiting to be scanned.
From knick-knacks to trinkets, and things big and small,
There's something for everyone, come one, come all!
A rusty old bike with spokes all askew,
A vintage typewriter, still clacking anew.
A dusty old record player, spinning vinyl so neat,
And a quilt hand-stitched, so soft and so sweet.
There are books by the dozen, from old tomes to new,
A teapot with a chip, but it brews a great brew.
A puzzle missing pieces, a puzzle solved,
A doll with a cracked smile, but still much-loved.
A lawn chair that reclines, a lamp with a shade,
A painting of a sunset, with colors that fade.
A box of old tools, each one with a tale,
A jewelry box of memories, with a hidden secret's veil.
There are clothes for all ages, from vintage to chic,
A hat with feathers, so posh and unique.
A pair of roller skates, all scuffed and worn,
A pair of ice skates, for a frosty winter morn.
The yard sale is bustling, with people milling around,
Haggling for bargains, with coins and bills abound.
Neighbors chatting, as they browse and explore,
Finding treasures galore, from ceiling to floor.
So come to the yard sale, and join in the fun,
Discover hidden treasures, under the warm sun.
It's a treasure hunt, for young and for old,
Where stories unfold, and memories are told.
With laughter and chatter, and smiles all around,
The yard sale is a treasure trove, waiting to be found.
So come one, come all, to the yard sale today,
And take home some treasures, to brighten your way!