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Shops

Shops.The shops are filled with wonderful things,
Such as flamboyant puppets on long strings.
Computers too are up for sale,
With laptops instead of the Holy Grail.
Toys in nearly every shop,
Make the children involuntary stop.
Grocery emporiums full of good food,
I often linger when I am in the mood.
Clothiers where one can buy the latest mode,
But could I wear them outside my place of abode.
Then there are pubs that sell spirits and beer,
These are for those that are full of good cheer.
I have not mentioned the bakers shop,
Fresh bread and cakes make me want to stop.
Last but not least the Ice Cream Palace,
Flavours to suit the most delicate of palettes.
I love to wander around my hometown,
There is nothing here that can get me down.
Each shop is full of the most wonderful things,
That please my eyes and make me want to sing.

© Bernard Shaw

— Bernard Shaw, Apr 17, 2010

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