Tale of the market day!

Today whilst I'm at the market
I will bid for a lavender cotton pillow
A lofty bathing soap
A noble gentleman's cologne
Not because my wallet is lofty
Nor because I'm a nobleman
Neither a gentleman
But because in a not-so-distant awry day
When all things shall fall dead wrong!
I will say to my weary soul
Let us go and bathe with our lofty soap
Let us apply to our bodies this heavenly cologne
Let us rest and weep in our lavender cotton pillow
For the pillow will dry our tears without wetting
And when the pillow also weeps for our sake
We will be the ones to dry its tears!
And in our weariness, at least,
We will smell and feel beautiful!

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