To the mall, every Christmas,
We looked forward to go,
Listening to Christmas music,
Seeing cheerful faces aglow.
Now, many malls are closing,
The centers are becoming a blight.
The malls maybe gone forever,
Made our Christmas time a delight.
Michael J Smajda
01-08-2023
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