Situated at
14 Park Lane
Is a book
shop
It is not
too large and not too small
And it's
owner has read 'em all
Customers
frequent her book shop
Which smells
of jasmine and cinnamon
To sit in
seclusion with a cup of strong tea
And the
latest in prose or poetry
The book
shop holds all kinds
From mystery
to romance
And to its
owner
Is the
oldest friend I have
Whom I know
from childhood
To be a
Thomas Hardy fan
In this book
shop, nobody is an enemy
And come
rain, sleet or snow
It remains
open
So the next
time I go there
Come with me
And let us
meet there time and again
The Bilge Master
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