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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
