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A recorded reading of “Glitter in the Groceries”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Our trolley wobbles, righteous. You two-step past tins of peaches, turn aisle nine to falling stars— confetti from fluorescent heaven. Glitter raids the cereals; you turn my basket into a piccolo parade. The receipt reads milk and miracles— R18.99 for wonder, please. We split a grape and call it gold. The scanner pips, sings amen. Cold air from the chiller nips our ankles. The doors slide open. We bow to the afternoon.
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Our trolley wobbles, right You two-step past the tins Aisle nine drops stars Confetti from the lights Glitter raids the cereal rows You turn my basket to song Little piccolo parade We roll, we sing along glitter in the store glow more with me Receipt says milk, miracles Eighteen rand ninety-nine, wonder The scanner pips, says amen Cold air bites our ankles Doors slide, light rushes in We laugh, the street says go We bow to the day We let the bright wind blow glitter in the store glow more with me We split one grape, call it gold I hold your hand, don’t fold glitter in the store glow more with me Trolley hum, soft wheels Neon on our knees
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