sylvia spencer - A Feeding Frenzy

sylvia spencer - A Feeding Frenzy

Saturday morning oh' what a bore br cars queued up by the score. br All waiting to go into a field br to fill their pockets from their yield br Lets say good morning to you all br car booters and the noise from all br your car hooters. They sell all sorts br of wares, almost everything including br spares. Copper pans and cast iron pots br pirate videos and toys for the tots. br Junk on the ground and on their pasting br tables, decorated china with cracks under br the labels. Every Saturday Morning, there on br the dot just to get their favourate spot. br In come the Dealers, with one thing on br their mind; to snatch a bargain that's rare br to find.They will offer you a price that you cannot br resist, but really they are only taking the piss. br One mans trash is another mans treasure br but can this really be a pleasure. br Up early morning and rushing around br just to get pitched out on muddy ground. br Five pound a pitch and nothing in return br when will us mugs ever learn. br It's like a feeding frenzy when the punters br arrive it's a wonder how they manage to stay br alive.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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