Sometimes in a store you'll find
Just what you'd hoped to see,
The price and style so good
Your brain and pocketbook agree.
It doesn't happen all the time
But when components click,
It feels like fate is leading you
To what you need to pick.
And so you quickly make your way
To join the checkout line,
Convinced that what you've found
Is by celestial design.
Of course, it doesn't balance out
Those times when choice demanded,
Since not one thing was appealing,
That you come home empty-handed.
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