Poem: My Luck

My Luck

I think it will be easy
to find, look around
in places that seem
likely, but no luck,
so I  start to call
all the stores
near and far
to find it, finding no one
can help, but then
one clerk says, yes
it is there, in stock,
I ask him to hold it
and rush over, talk
to a man at customer
service who says,
"wait, I thought that
guy who just left
was the one that called,
he got the last one."

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