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How special are the romantic nick-knacks Tucked within a country store. I never know what bric-a-brac may be unearthed Behind the old, bell-ringing, door. Savour of the pungent aroma Gently touch the Battenberg lace, Sunbeams softly tremble on friable webs. Such are the whispers in a rustic place. There's dusty stock concealed within The shelves that no-one's chosen, yet. So, I might find the perfect replacement To complete my Dolton chipped tea set. Imagination draws me to wander further in, Each aisle a mystery urging me on, Creaky floorboards underfoot. I wait for what my eyes will feast upon. Rich are the velvet colorus, Carelessly tossed braid with fringes unkempt, Among ancient bears and china dolls; Indulging to my heart's content. I can get so very sentimental, Rummaging down nostalgic memory lane, Hunting for antique priceless treasure To keep alive the flame. There's the must-have collectibles, Purchased at any price, The call to keep alive the good old days; To reminisce the hearts entice. But, while I might be searching high and low, Feverishly wallowing in the task, Might I neglect the things money cannot buy; The eternal things that last? |
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