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THE BUILDING OLD AND WEATHER WORN,
THE PAINT LONG PEELED AWAY.
A SIGN OUT FRONT,
NAILED TO THE DOOR,
BOOKS WE BUY AND SELL.
AN OLDER CHAP..
WHO LIKES TO CHAT,
AND SPEAK OF LIFE WITH PASSION.
I STOP ON BY,
FROM TIME TO TIME,
TO BROWSE AND READ A FEW.
SOME BOOKS ARE RARE,
OTHERS NOT..
THE OLD AND NEW SHARE SHELVES.
BOOKS ABOUT ADVENTURE,
A MYSTERY OR TWO,
HOW TO FIND lIFES MEANING, JUST TO NAME A FEW.
A PLACE LIKE THIS,
A DYING BREED,
ONE DAY TO DISAPPEAR..
FOR ME,A TERRIBLE SHAME.
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