The Thirty Store
Hand me downs, pass them right on to me
Many like to Clown, hand me downs
But I say pass them down
I'd rather get them from you
Then to go to the thrifty and pick through
Because that take too much time
Yes, they are called 2nd hands
From your hands to mine
As a little girl
My Grandmother use to take me to the thrifty
I'm sure you have one in your city
No, it's not new
This is a resale store
Get quality for your quantity
And not pay more
Than your pockets can afford
They say one man's junk
Is another man's treasure
We can thank God for our many rich blessings
Yes the thrifty store is a special place
You can find many things
To fit your style and taste
You can seek to have whatever you pleasure
However, in life what you have
Cannot be measured
Clothes material things
And even we all shall perish
So, I take these hand me down
And as I get them, I cherish
About the Creator
Annette Wilson
I specialize in creative writing. Short Stories, poetry, books, music, movies, & more....Action ,thriller suspense. Rap....Hop Hip, R & B, hardcore, & gangsta lyric.
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