yaffa markets and their men

They touch our clothes and try our jewelry and toys and say thank you and toda and leave. They tease and bargain. I try to make them happy, I am happy when they smile, but the price is never quite good enough. Cheaper, cheaper, can you do less? No? They walk away and sing their sorrys and we'll be back, and I wait and wait until they find love at the right price and we strike a deal and I feed my children and they wear our garb and flash it around the world and brag about how good the deal they got from the cutest little man was.

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