She haunts the thrift stores
Looks in dusty paste board boxes
Seeking treasure from other peoples trash
And finding it
A lovely blue vase for fifty cents
A small red bucket for a dime
A woven magazine basket for a dollar

She hates to see furniture in the trash
And will save it if she can
She was born in the depression
Hard times when everything was recycled
Clothes after passing down till full of holes
Were torn apart and made into quilts
Pages from catalogs were used as toilet paper
Or nailed over cracks to keep out the cold
Even the dishwater was saved for the hogs

He wonders why she won’t go to retail
And spend the bucks
She only smiles
Goes to the thrift store
And find what she needs
For a dollar

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