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The dream boutique

I shot up in 70's/ 80's England For sale, there really was only one dream It was sold to us through Thatcher Star wars, Magnum P.I. and The A.team. Now that dream is old and dusty And the world looks for something new Will it come from India, China, Brazil Or will it come from the shaky E.U. Or will, as I hope, there be choice For my daughter and her 4 year old clique Will she choose the American dream Or will she dismiss it as a kitsch antique.
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shaded-lamp
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May 28, 2014
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