Note for future me: I'm writing all of this in mid-November because I feel bad about not writing a thing during my VA trip.
Outside the station
At the Hill on the Capitol
There's a market cute
Kinda' expensive,
They look hella cute
Tasty and organic
Oh the tomay-toes!
The winter gourds
and the fruits and mushrooms!
There's a few stalls for the foods
Right next to the fountain
at the park.
Not a lot of folks,
It's winter months
The crowds are thinning
Those still around
Are the elderly yokes.
I look, I see
I check out the 'taytoes.
The vendor tells me
All the sour ones
Are long gone.
Nothing for me
This time around,
I walk back
Across the park
Pack into my
Home ground.
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